[Intro: Young Scooter] Yeah! I keep this sh** so real I had to write a letter to God [Hook: Young Scooter] Please God can I have my n***as back Please God can I have my n***as back, who resting in peace Or in jail for the D Please God bring 'em back to me I know you did a lot of sh** for me But that's the only blessing I ain't received I just want my n***as back Can I have my n***as back Please God can you bring my n***as back [Verse 1: Young Scooter] Where all my real n***as at All that slick talking will get you back Lil Mexico city that's where we at They like why you rap 'bout dope that's getting wack Cocaina tricks I pray to God they free Guwop He took a chance on me I f**ed around and got caught up Two months later they got both of us locked up Same cell he saying "Be cool bruh, God got us" Please God bring the real n***as back Please God bring my real n***as back Went to jail and lost Double Think about him everyday God bring him back [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Scooter] Uncle Skip died in my face shooting dice Shooting 2 bet 3 crapped out had a heart attack and lost his life Lil Scooter walked through the cut in my Grandma house and pa**ed out (???) with this lil cuz he was thugged out My cousin Travis k**ed himself and his wife too It's a shame what that p**y do So God have mercy on Street My grandaddy died f**ed up the family Dear God I need to talk to OGD Where the hell he put that f**ing safe key He loved me and OG Boo Dirty k**ed the real OG for 10000 ain't worth it [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Scooter] You rappers say the wrong sh** tracks Really y'all just f**ing up the trap Go listen to the Ten Crack Commandments Wish I could bring B.I.G. back But I ain't mad at ya But I know Pac laughing I Wish I could bring Aaliyah back I let her sing on all these dope boy tracks So caught up in the streets ain't know God's prayer Ain't went to church in fifteen years momma was mad as hell And when I fly to do a show she be scared as hell You n***as try to count me out but I'm still here [Hook]