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

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 L.A. 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 of 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 L.A., Slauson

Clap for him, clap for him

The marathon continues

I didn’t wanna write this song