Текст песни Dave East — My Loc

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