My Loc - Dave East

They say don’t question God

But damn, how you take my best friend, my nigga…

We was mad poor

Best friend that I could ever ask for

We going global, nigga, I begged you to get your passport

Ironic we survived the Survival, was just our last tour

We asked each other questions, I just wish I would’ve asked more

I ain’t met a soul that had more heart than my nigga

I hear your voice but I can’t talk to you, nigga

I’m feeling awful, my nigga

Looking through your pictures, awkward, my nigga

Before a foreign, used to walk with my nigga

I played the park with my nigga

Butch apartment, we was bagging up grams

Jamaica Ave, we paid a dollar for Vans

Always acknowledge your fan

Meech know I love him, Mel know I love him too

Toya know I got her forever, that’s what a brother do

It was me, you, Pooch and Mack

We ain’t know they face, we asking «who was that?»

I was selling sour, y’all was moving crack

How many niggas you know get shot and shoot 'em back?

Every venue felt your pain every time that you would rap

You was my Loc, I used to argue with you

We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I started balling with you

The whole hood cried when you died, that’s what you call official

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you

You was my Loc, I used to argue with you

We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I started balling with you

The whole hood cried when you died, that’s what you call official

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you

Forever my nigga

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you (know I’ll always

miss you, I’ll always miss you, I’ll always miss you)

How you leave me, Loc?

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you (know I’ll always

miss you, I’ll always miss you, I’ll always miss you)

Damn

The whole hood cried when you died, that’s what you call official (call

official, call official, call official)

Really can’t believe this shit

We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I started balling with you

From the dirt, I’m so lost without my Loc

Can’t stop thinking 'bout you, nigga, I keep coughing up the smoke

Never ducking, no hiding, you would offer nigga smoke

Ain’t nothing change, I’m thinking back to when we all used to broke

How you leave me, Loco?

In Checc crib, you and Momo

When you was on the run, ain’t take no photos

I went to see you in Pennsylvania, you pulled up dolo

You had a fiend acting like a Uber

I said «That's my nigga, Shooter»

We was low though

Hate Me Now drop, we doing promo

I was drinking lean and you were telling me to slow down

We was in Miami with Zoey, look at the Loc now

We was going up, the hoes the only thing that go down

Now I gotta live without my brother

Closest nigga to me when I had to get it out the gutter

When niggas shot Pooch, you was there

When Ruger grazed my leg, you was there

We was gang, we ain’t care

I’m looking at your pictures just crying, Kairi keep asking me

«Daddy, why you sad?" — «I'm tryna deal with this tragedy,»

I really can’t imagine you split

You used to pull up to the crib when I was rapping with Piff

You was there when I blew thirty racks on my wrist

Them quarter pounds landed, you would help me package the shit

I was so proud to know my Crip was rapping and shit

Give him some time, he would’ve mastered this shit

I remember Jungle signed you

Niggas showing fake love, don’t let it blind you

That’s what I tried to tell you, them niggas starting to smell you

If they can’t hop on your train, try to derail you

It’ll never be the same, my nigga, you was my heart

You was my Loc, I used to argue with you

We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I started balling with you

The whole hood cried when you died, that’s what you call official

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you

You was my Loc, I used to argue with you

We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I started balling with you

The whole hood cried when you died, that’s what you call official

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you

Really my nigga, my brother

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you (know I’ll always

miss you, I’ll always miss you, I’ll always miss you)

Fades, the devils, shootouts

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you (know I’ll always

miss you, I’ll always miss you, I’ll always miss you)

Ran around the world, my nigga

The whole hood cried when you died, that’s what you call official (call

official, call official, call official)

How the fuck I’m 'posed to do it now?

We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I started balling with you

You was walking to my crib dropping Glocks off

We from the projects where they yellow taping blocks off

We wasn’t doing shows, we was making drop-offs

Niggas on your dick when you gone, they need to hop off

I can’t believe I’m making this song

In your eyes, I was never wrong

If you had problems then it’s forever on

You was there when I cried for Freaky

You was there when I cried for Mugga, when nobody never see me

You was right there, I got that text and I lost my mind

I just seen you, nigga, we was just texting, chatting online

You told me you was tough and I believed you

Nigga shot you five times, you walked it off so I believed you

Rest in peace to Hardy, Ruger Don, Free Rav

I can’t even count all the product that we bagged

I can’t even count all the bitches that we bagged

I can’t even count all the niggas you got sad

Dirt Gang, nigga

You was my Loc, I used to argue with you

We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I started balling with you

The whole hood cried when you died, that’s what you call official

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you

You was my Loc, I used to argue with you

We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I started balling with you

The whole hood cried when you died, that’s what you call official

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you

Still outside, nigga

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you (know I’ll always

miss you, I’ll always miss you, I’ll always miss you)

No turning back

Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I’ll always miss you (know I’ll always

miss you, I’ll always miss you, I’ll always miss you)

From the dirt, from the dirt

The whole hood cried when you died, that’s what you call official (call

official, call official, call official)

Harlem Mafia, Thuuta

We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I started balling with you (I started

balling with you, balling with you, balling with you)

I love you, that’s it