[Intro: Dooney Mac]
Gang, gang
TFG in this bitch
R.I.P Midnite, King Shoota, Numba 6, 2 Pap

[Verse 1: Dooney Mac]
Not a lotta n***as I can say I really miss
Cried so many tears, don't think I got too many left
All this pain from this shit, cause them my n***as dead
Ask why so many times I can write this list
See I got Pappy missing, Numba 6, and now my n***a Mid
Why you gone?
One day good, next day go wrong
Tell the truth, been lost I ain't got no soul
You'll sweat off yo shots, I ain't got control
Can't take that lost gotta ride for folks
N***as gon pay for the shit they did cause for Mid I'm taking all kind of smoke
Cause it's on now
Fuck the next n***a, I'm packing chrome now
I don't think they on what I'm on cause I'm thinkin' bout runnin' in hittin' homes now
Piss on yo bitch, take yo momma soul, kid on the sofa, burn the whole couch
Yeah that shit foul but I don't give a fuck cause since I shorty I done took the wrong route
So God forgive my sins
All night, toking guns, popping pills
Been in this shit since a kid, I ain't have no guidance, just wanna fit in
So I tote them guns with the same n***as I know'll blow for me
And ain't no hoe in me, and ain't no hoe in them
Fuck this life, n***a cause I know it ends
Everybody blowin' now, nobody throwin' hands
But shit hit the fan now, I just hope to see my fam now
And my mans, n***a they ain't dead
N***a, they just watching over my head cause a n***a got plans now
Lord take me out of these streets, bitch I'm playing for keeps
It's either you or it's me
I ain't have a crib by the seas, I had to go and get it, I was tryna eat
And I throw up my hands for him cause he kept me here
Now my mans know, I ain't fan of many, I'm a fan of him
I give it all: cars, clothes, bread for him
This shit fucked up, make yo head spin
Homie's [?] that our man's killed, mind on the sofa
Like a treadmill, tryna stop the pain, can't do a damn thing cause I live that