Your son wonder when you comin home
I wonder why you couldnt make it home
I wonder why they love you when you gone (when you gone)
I wonder if they know how much they miss you (miss you)
Crenshaw now they yellin Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Crenshaw now they wearin Crenshaw (yeah)
I wonder why they love you when you gone (when you gone)

I wonder if youre there right now I wonder (ayy Dom)
I wonder f youre really listenin to what I feel right now? (Ayy this classic shit Dom)
(This LA shit) I wonder
Im hopin give the peace thatll make em really care right now (throw them dubs up)
Yeah (one time for our nigga)
But youre gone and it just isnt fair right now
Right now yeah (we got the world lit)
On God (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 didnt wanna write this song

Didnt wanna write it so its from the heart
Even brought your homie from Leimert Park
Smokin papers on Vernon for the hurt
Reminiscin you in black sand 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 at the bosses
Headed to a marathon look at your nigga he flossin
Your legacy untouchable like Emani and Kross is
On the days that Im feelin exhausted
Think about uncle Snoop at the funeral talkin
This type of shit you dont see that often
Stevie Wonder singin he cant even see your coffin

I wonder if youre free right now yeah
I wonder if youre happy are you livin out your dreams right now?
I hope the angels are givin you your wings right now
The hardest things that I had to sing right now
Right now right now

Oh God
The best was yet to come (sometimes)
The good they die young used to be the sun
Even when it rains yeah
Pain I feel is numb (numb)
Youll always be loved
I didnt 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 (I didnt wanna write this song)
From Eritrea to South Central
From South Central to Brooklyn look at what you been through
Mind over matter yeah its all mental
But I still dont trust 12 when I see em in my rearview
Six years ago I couldve been you
Me and some of my own 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 years fallin down the cheeks of Mexicans
You got a number in my phone I cant text again
And if they killed you they could kill Game
But I dont mind dyin if its gon bring real change

Say hi to the sky now its your turn to fly
Still we cry (still we cry)
I wish I couldve protected you there (protected you there)
Just say hi to the sky now its your turn to fly
Still we cry
Cry cry
Still we cry yeah
Cry cry
I cry
Didnt wanna write this song down

Dear rap game we cant take no more losses
Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle
King of LA Slauson
Clap for him
Clap for him
Marathon Continues
(I didnt wanna write this song)