I don't do frenemies, these n***as more like my enemies
Half of these n***as out here is my mini mes
I pray to God for serenity
All of this shit that I'm doing though, ain't no forgiving me
Pappy and Bu you was really some kin of me
So for my bros I'll go on a killing spree
They will look me down for murder and sentence me
Before I ever let somebody finish me

I do not know what you heard
I used to post on the curb
I used to sell me some dimes
Then I upgraded to percs

TFG, PBG, Hoola Gang we used to purge
Take n***as right off the Earth
Free Bigz he told me don't let n***as ride on my wave
If they gon' ride in a hearse

Half of the time I feel like me and my n***as cursed
When you lose brothers it hurt
Pain can cut deep when you carry yo mans in that casket
Then put it down in the dirt
I wanna take out the time to say BIP Dirt
We gotta make sum' work
Shoota was one of the n***as that did all the killing
Can't believe broski got murked