Getting Old

I did it for the ones who ain't here, for the ones that's gone

For the pain that I carry, I'm movin' on my own

For the dead homies we buried, that's still calling my phone

I hear them in my sleep, saying they ain't really gone

My brother telling me to keep my head high

Keep my head high for all my dead guys

But damn, they really gone

How the fuck you want me to feel, when all my brothers gone

Like, damn, my dawg ain't coming home

My dawgy caught a body and the kid was five years old

Damn, shit, this shit getting old

When this shit gone stop? I don't even know