Boldy James
Bring My Niggas Back
[Intro]
[Chorus]
No matter what my n***as did, I had my n***as' back
All of the shit a n***a did, we had to live with that
I caught that case and did that [?], can't be forgived for that
Like what a n***a wouldn't give to have my n***as back
No matter what a n***a did, they had a n***a's back
Like if I slid, my n***a slid, was quick to whip the strap
The type of n***a never scared to pull that trigger back
Like what a n***a wouldn't give to have my n***as back
[Verse 1]
With my eyes closed, I can see my cousin Ricky
White Nike [?] cuffin' up his Dickies
When I light the weed I can see my cousin [?]
Auntie Robin living room bustin' down another brick
When I pour the drink, I can see my brother [?]
On the phone driving with his knee cutting up the six
When I'm bagging up I can see my n***a Geno
In the trap with [?] thinkin' 'bout my n***a [?]
When I think of Ray I think about that n***a Tino
My bro-bro Robo had me tripping off that n***a Domo
And how young we was when they killed that Johnny Bravo
Just talked to [?] R.I.P. my n***a [?]
Smirking [?] my evil grin
Now every time we riding [?] me think of twin
[?] on the [?] selling three for tens
All of this pain bottled up, it's hard to keep it in
[Chorus]
No matter what my n***as did, I had my n***as' back
All of the shit a n***a did, we had to live with that
I caught that case and did that [?], can't be forgived for that
Like what a n***a wouldn't give to have my n***as back
No matter what a n***a did, they had a n***a's back
Like if I slid, my n***a slid, was quick to whip the strap
The type of n***a never scared to pull that trigger back
Like what a n***a wouldn't give to have my n***as back
[Verse 2]
What I think of my n***a [?], that n***a had about ten bodies
In the streets with my concreatures
Got insomnia so I sip [?]
[?]
Whole fam still kind of shook up ever since the death of my n***a [?]
Lost [?] to a stray bullet at a block party on the west side
R.I.P. to Young [?] they just gave [?] another twenty-five
Long live my n***a [?]
Freddie B and my n***a Markie
Free that n***a Rico [?]
R.I.P. to my n***a [?] stain like a [?] of bleach
[?] couldn't wait to hit the creek
Came home, didn't even miss a beat
Rest in peace to that n***a [?], taught me how to drop the fish in the grease
[?] told me keep it in the streets
So if there's any beef I ain't sending tweets
Used to mask up like it's Halloween
We was bag snatchin', no trick-or-treat
Think I'm playing, point it at his bitch head
Press the mag up to the n***a's cheeks
So I [?] the other day, told me [?] died, overdosed in his sleep
His funeral today, had me like "Damn, it's already been a week"
[Chorus]
No matter what my n***as did, I had my n***as' back
All of the shit a n***a did, we had to live with that
I caught that case and did that [?], can't be forgived for that
Like what a n***a wouldn't give to have my n***as back
No matter what a n***a did, they had a n***a's back
Like if I slid, my n***a slid, was quick to whip the strap
The type of n***a never scared to pull that trigger back
Like what a n***a wouldn't give to have my n***as back
[Outro]
Give to have my n***as back
Give to have my n***as back
Give to have my n***as back
Give to have my n***as back