I Didn't Wanna Write This Song (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)

Yes, I wonder when you comin' home

I wonder why you couldn't make it home

I wonder why they love you when you gone

I wonder if you know how much they miss you

Crenshaw, now they yellin' "Crenshaw!"

Crenshaw, now they wearin' "Crenshaw"

I wonder why they love you when you gone

I wonder if you're there right now (I wonder)

(Aye, dawg) I wonder

I wonder if you're listenin' to what I really feel right now (Aye, this classic shit, dawg)

(This LA shit) I wonder

I'm hopin' you're the pice that'll make 'em really care right now

(Throw them dubs up) Now

(One time for our Nip) But you're gone and it just isn't fair right now

Right now, yeah (We got the world lit)

On God, the work is never done (We love you, Nip)

The good, they die young

Used to be my sun, even when it rains

The pain I feel is numb

Know that you were loved, yeah

I didn't wanna write this song

I didn't wanna write it, so it's from the heart

Even brought your homie from Leimert Park

Smokin' papers on Vernon for the hurt

Reminiscin', you and Blacc Sam built is from the dirt

Los Angeles, the gift and the curse

Focused on your neighborhood, but you shifted the Earth

You had the Staples Center packed like a church

Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse

I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson

You with Biggie and Pac

Look at you, big as the bosses

Headed to a Marathon, look at your ****, he flossin'

Your legacy untouchable like Emani and Kross is

On the days that I'm feelin' exhausted

I think about uncle Snoop at the funeral talkin'

This type of shit, you don't see that often

Stevie Wonder singin', he can't even see your coffin

I wonder if you're free right now, yeah

I wonder if you're happy, are you livin' out your dreams right now?

I hope the angels are giving you your wings right now

The hardest thing that I had to sing right now, right now

Right now, on God

The best was yet to come (Sometimes)

The good, they die young

Used to be my sun, even when it rains, yeah

The pain I feel is numb

You'll always be loved

I didn't wanna write this song

Aye, shit sound like it look

All the history you made, ****, I could write a book

You had the Eight Trays walkin' with the 60s

I witnessed it all, you was right there with me

From Eritrea to South Central

From South Central to Brooklyn

Look at what you been through

Mind over matter, yeah, it's all mental

But I still don't trust 12 when I see 'em in my rear-view

Six years ago, I coulda been you

Me and some of my own homies had the same issues

If I come, tell God to let me in

(Give him the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN)

You got tears fallin' down the cheeks of Mexicans

You got a number in my phone I can't text again

And if they killed you, they could kill Game

But I don't mind dyin' if it's gon' bring real change

Say hi to the sky

Now it's your turn to fly

Still we cry (Still we cry)

I wish I could have protected you then

Just say hi to the sky

Now it's your turn to fly

Still we cry, cry

Cry, still we cry

Cry, cry

Oh cry

Didn't wanna write this song down

Dear rap game

We can't take no more losses

Than You, God

For Nipsey Hussle

King of LA

Slauson

Clap for him

Clap for him

Marathon continues

I didn't wanna write this song