Marsha Ambrosius, The Game - I Didn’t Wanna Write This Song lyrics

Your son 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?
(When you gone)

I wonder if you're there right now
(Right now, Ayy, Dom)
I wonder (Ayy, this classic shit, Dom)
I wonder if you're really listenin' to
What I feel right now? (This LA shit)
I wonder
I'm hopin' you're the peace that'll make
'em really care right now
(Throw them dubs up)
But you're gone and it just
Isn't fair right now, right now
(One time for our nig'
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 son
Even when it waivers, the pain I feel is numb
Know that you were loved, yeah
I didn't wanna write this song

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
It from the dirt
Los Angeles, the gift and a 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 nigga
He flossin'
Your legacy untouchable like Emani
And Kross is
On the days that I'm feelin' exhausted
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 givin'
You your wings right now
The hardest thing that I had
To sing right now
Right now, right now, oh, God
The best was yet to come (Sometime)
The good, they die young
Used to the be sun even when it rains, yeah
Pain I feel is numb you'll always be loved
I didn't wanna write this song

Ayy, shit sound like it look
All the history you made, nigga
I could write a book
You had the Eight Treys 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 rearview
Six years ago, I could've been you
Me and some of my old
Homies had the same issues
If I come, tell God to let me in
Give 'em 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 there
Just say "Hi!" to the sky
Now it's your turn to fly
Still we cry, cry, cry still we cry, yeah
Cry, cry, I cry
Didn't wanna write this song
Dear rap game, we can't take no more losses
Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle
King of LA, Slauson
Clap for him, clap for him
The marathon continues
I didn't wanna write this song