And man I miss the times we would shine you would keep on your side
You would teach me how to ride and you would teach me how to pry
Then we get on the line and go over our lines
We were in the same position and thats when you change position shit
I never change and I miss ya and its strange but I never forget ya
i know that aint you in them pictures homie
And I know that aint you wit that dissing on me
Thats why I never replied and never will just let em live phony
If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie
Whats mine is their I gotta give homie and yea
We still a army in this bitch homie
Yea Cash Money still the shit homie shit homie
Whats really real is you feeling me nigga
That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga word the giggity nigga
And I aint got time to speak the history
I miss you and I know you missing
Gizzle but

[Hook: Reel (Lil Wayne) Repeat X2]
Man I miss my dawgs (yeah)
Many nights club poppin (yeah)
Many nights we were blowing trees (yeah)
Many nights we were hustling (yeah)
Man I miss my dawgs (yeah)
Me and you through thick and thin (yeah)
Me and you through the very end (yeah)
For only you Ill sin again (yeah)

[Lil Wayne]
And I remember when you came to the click
I had already made my name in the click but you got famous and shit
I got my solja rag and dangled my shit
I was down to just to hang wit you shit
And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click
And I aint even from the 3(3rd Ward) my hood was angry at me shit
But I rose to my feet played the post wit the heat
At them shows while you performed and posed
I was waiting for a nigga to jump see I was patient but was ready to dump
Cause you my brother chump
Real Gs never buckle up