[Intro] [Hook] My little homie got murdered Got shot, couldn't run Four times to the chest Heart, heart, lung, lung And I know who did it Lil Tim like a son This is the story of both sides of the gun My little homie got murdered Got shot, couldn't run Four times to the chest Momma lost her son And I know who did it Funerals ain't fun This is the story of both sides of the gun [Verse 1] Body on the ground, black male down Man this ain't fair that he k**ed my round Got the text message, it was 8:03 His last Facebook post said "I feel d**h's waiting on me, why they hating on me" When I taught him he was young, Lil Boosie ain't the one That's all he listened to then he started spitting too Had a chip on his shoulder as he got a little older Dropped out, started selling a little weed Had a little baby on the way y'all don't feel me Had a grandmama telling him to come to church He went to the altar Sunday That Monday he got merked, good lord Got into a fight, good lord Middle of the street, good lord Beat the dude up then dude put down his piece Then he ran to the back of the house Collapsed on the ground then he was out Blood stains on his t-shirt
I never thought this was how he'd leave earth Second line funeral car, a rebirth Celebrating his life but we hurting [Hook] [Verse 2] Suspect arrested, can't believe what I see Turned on the news. another kid I used to teach He was raised by the streets but ain't want that life He said "I'd be happy with a old school, a daughter, and a wife" No momma at home, pops wasn't there Stayed with his grandma, she didn't really care She came to the school when he was in trouble Looked him in the eyes He caused me stress, cause me pain That right there, I saw it all change He flipped his desk over walked out, gis breaking point, no doubt Got expelled later on that year He bought whatever, he ain't care no more Gun toting, dope smoking Know where to go when life feel like it ain't fair no more What's up, who want it, it can go down any morning What's up, who want it cause ain't none of y'all my homies What I look like sitting here watching the news I know the k**er, I know the victim, I'm so confused my head hurt Funerals ain't fun, loved him and him like a son Now they both gon' miss Christmas, both sides of the gun [Hook]