My Uncle Ray Ray

[Gutta]

I seen u hustle harder then any nigga u smarter
Fuck penny figgas u taught us to envy niggas who got it
Now u restin with the martyrs, and destined to be a part from us
But you a part of us you even earned my Father’s trust
I hope when I pray I keep u company, from days there wadnt nothing fa me
Now im fucking hunnies, and touchin bloody money
Watched U count the work and was around when fools was out to hurt me
U got down and dirty, still a G today from East LA to Albuquerque
Tatted up, a Loc who would smoke U for a faster buck
And show U the ropes and how to cope with bein sad and fucked
Too ahead of ur life, and welcomed me to the ghetto better than Spice
I would fiend to a eat meal with U, make sure Glorietta perfeted the rice
And now we dinin, on your table around the highness, Cali’s finest
And im intertwined with memories from stressin days in Second grade
Mama screaming at my Daddy, cuz we unhappy fiendin for that better pay
Aint nothing left, just pray, and rest in piece I’ll teach my niece to be real
As If she could see u like I did yesterday U in a better place