Chords for I Wish - Remix (To the Homies That We Lost)

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_ _ [F#] _ Yo, what up my nigga? _
I was in the hood, I just thought I'd stop by and holla at you for a [G#] minute.
Pour out a [C#] little liquor or something.
[D#m] Nigga we done been [F#] through a whole lot of shit [G#] together.
From running these streets [F#] to being down for [D#m] whatever.
And now that you're [F#] gone I got a whole lot of shit [G#] to tell ya.
Things I [C#] should've said way back when we was [D#m] younger.
Remember when [F#] we used to roll hand in hand.
And now I'm [C#] trippin' on how I really miss [D#m] ya man.
And remember [F#] when you and me would say.
We'd get up out this [C#] hood and everything would be [D#m] okay.
It's all good [F#] now.
My [B] nigga we out the hood [F#] now.
[D#m] We have the same [F#] ideas but not the same [B] careers.
We share the same old [C#] laugh but not the same [D#m] tears.
You were my [F#] homie, my scony, [B] my roadie, my nigga.
[C#] And never placed no bitch [D#m] before me.
Man I swear [F#] to God I love you for that [B] shit.
Why you had to get hit?
Where was I?
What [D#m] time was it?
You was [F#] supposed to get older [C#] with me.
On [F#] stage, hands on shoulders [D#m] with me.
Poppin' [F#] them rings, roll up [B] with me.
Sitting on [C#] things and smoking [D#m] trees.
And if it [F#] wasn't for the will that God [B] had made.
I'd turn [C#] back the hands of time and take [D#m] your place.
Sitting [F#] here sipping on this [B] Hennessy.
Just thinking [C#] about what you meant to [D#m] me.
My nigga.
You didn't know you [F#] gone.
You will always be my [G#m] nigga.
When we made it [C#] home I'm still missing you my [D#m] nigga.
I'm feeling like the [F#] time and what's wrong my [B] nigga.
I know you're smiling now [C#] saying baby oh my [D#m] nigga.
Sometimes my [F#] nights can get long my [B] nigga.
Sometimes I [C#] feel God did me wrong my [D#m] nigga.
And so I [F#] had to write a song my [B] nigga.
Just to let you [C#] know that you're [D#m] still my nigga.
[F#] _ [B] Oh I.
[C#] _ _ [D#m] Your little [D#] son is looking at me like where's [B] my daddy.
And your 13 [C#] year old daughter is mad cause she [D#m] understands.
Promised [G#] your mama I'd take [B] care of her family.
But she's [C] so hurt she turns away my [D#m] helping hand.
Damn I [F#] wish your ass was here my [B] nigga.
To grow that great [A#m] beard and smoke that cigar [D#m] my nigga.
And we would [F#] talk about you getting up out [B] this gang.
And you would [C#] tell me how it keeps calling [D#m] your name.
Why [F#] why why.
Never [B] afraid to.
Why [F#] why why.
But [D#m] sometimes we.
Why [F#] why why.
Acts in the [G#] law.
Why [C#] why why.
They can down these [D#m] projects.
We were [F#] homies for like 20 thug [B] years.
They were.
Sat in [C#] church and cried the same [D#m] thug tears.
They were.
You [F#] remember when Bob wore [B] off of me.
Now we [C#] used to share the same [D#m] old gear.
And remember [F#] when you and me would say.
We'd get up out this [C#] hood and everything would be [D#m] okay.
It's all good [F#] now.
My [B] nigga we out the hood [C#] now.
[D#m] It's so easy for [F#] folks to say Rob just live on.
When I'm dying every second that [D#m] you're gone.
Nevertheless [F#] I try my best to [B] be strong.
Hoping you [C#] said your prayers before you went [D#m] on home.
We done stood [F#] on these blocks and just shot [B] the breeze.
We slap [C#] boxed dead in the middle of the [D#m] streets.
And if a [F#] fight broke out you would take [B] a hug from me.
All I [C#] have left is these good [D#m] old memories.
[F#] _ [B] Why why [C#] why.
Why why why.
Yo [D#m] dog I can't explain how [F#] I miss you.
We stayed together copping canes popping [C#] pistols.
I miss you [D#m] most putting the du-rag [F#] over your bean head.
Even out the hood on the [C#] scene you brag.
Coming [D#m] up off the fiends with [F#] bags.
Running up out the [G#] cleanest Jag.
You [F#] was the closest nigga I [D#m] had.
Look how we stayed [F#] aces.
Hustle made big faces.
I [C#] wish we could trade [D#m] places.
Fuck giving you [F#] ice.
I'd rather give you life.
And the things that I [C#] had I'd give you [D#m] twice.
What the deal my nigga.
[F#] I know you holding it [B] down.
If you could see me you would [C#] say I'm talking soft right [D#m] now.
But it's hard for me to [F#] say when I'm gonna see you again.
And I know it's fucked up I gotta talk through this [D#m] pen.
But you died for the [F#] love of the dough.
The [B] love of the block.
[C#] Sixteen you was running the [D#m] spot.
Boy your mama used to [F#] hate how we stood on the [B] curve.
Hanging with wild thug [C#] niggas.
Smoking the [D#m] herb.
I'ma keep pouring [F#] this liquor and that's my [G#] word.
This here's for my [C#] niggas that be flipping them [D#m] birds.
Word up.
You [F#] always give me [B] my liquor.
You always give me my [C#] liquor.
You always give me [D#m] my liquor.
I'm feeling like the [F#] time in my time my nigga.
I'm feeling like the [B] time in my time.
[C#] Radio please [D#m] don't take the nigga out my [F#] song.
[B] Let it play on.
Sometimes I [C#] feel like I'm getting wrong.
[D#m] So I [F#] had to write a song.
[B] And I did just to let you [C#] know that you [D#m] still my nigga.
[F#] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _
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