[Verse 1: Maino]
All my n***as eat bread
Couple n***as in the feds
Little homie got shot so many damn times
That he still gotta bullet in his head
Gotta n***a that just came home
Went to jail before cell phones
My n***a wasn’t right or wrong
That wasn’t love to the homies that’s gone
Yup, love my n***as
To the motherfucking head my n***as
Started from the bottom win win
Had shit sold now it’s real chips my n***as
Little n***a with heart like a big mac
Dope boy rock rollies like wrist bands
N***as said he’d take his own life
He had killas and a wife I’mma save it for the next man
Got friends that trick too much
Dumb n***a don’t think too much
Middle finger in the air like he don’t even care
This n***a don’t give two fucks
Most of my n***as pack hammers
But all of my n***as bananas
Get the boys mad they turn green like a banner
My friend bought a Benz off dope money
Played strip like hoe money
Brown paper bag like coke money
Way back when we ain’t have no money
Some of my n***as is Cs
Some of my n***as is Bs
But you can bet all of your money
That every last one of my n***as is Gs

[Hook]
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
To the end we trust my n***as
Some of them killas some of them dealers
Some of them straight my n***as
Some of them rich, some of them poor
But all of them still my n***as

[Verse 2]
I love my n***as
Remember when we ain’t have shit
Growing up in the projects
Sleeping on a dirty mattress
We all living with our mother
Young n***as ain’t got our father
Fuck basketball, we gotta sell drugs
If we wanna make it out the gutter
Went from 10 grams to a whole brick
Young n***a she was on the homes dick
N***as mad we getting money now no shit
N***as coming through shooting at us oh shit
One of us gets shot shoot him right back
Kill a n***a for my n***a it's like that
Every n***a round me feel like that
Can’t fight for a n***a that don’t fight back
(No pussys over here)
TTG we trained to go
Shot a n***a from a block away
I got lucky I swear I wasn’t aiming yo
(I ain’t got no aim yo)
I shot him cause he shot my n***a
In lobby I’m like man he tryna 2pac my n***a
(Remember porn studios)
It’s bang bang when we see the enemy
All my n***as drink Hennessy
Most my n***as in the penitentiary
Free my n***as in the penitentiary
(Free Debo Brown)
All my n***as got felonies
I love my n***a to the death for me

[Hook]
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
To the end we trust my n***as
Some of them killas some of them dealers
Some of them straight my n***as
Some of them rich, some of them poor
But all of them still my n***as

[Verse 3]
I love my n***as
Twenty one gun up twenty for the sun up
I hug my n***a, hand in I’m watching your gut case you run up
To show when I’m ready the 40 is on me, this fucker is heavy
You walking up on me, I’m holding it steady
Put one in your belly then jump in the Chevy
Fuck can you tell me? some of them cool and some of them deadly
Some of them shoot and some will get feddy
Some of them Boosie some of them Webby
N***a they whiling, always on point never cracking a smile
Some of the rejoice they got crack in the valley
Went from a coy to the stacks to the pounds
N***a I’m now, get my weight up
Got a move a hoe but I don’t break up
My n***a bag the weed and roll the shake up
My n***a full champion team I take a paycut
Plenty snakes in grass let them rake up
Man I love my n***as
Cause when they get ill and shake
They still be like fuck y’all n***as

[Hook]
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
To the end we trust my n***as
Some of them killas some of them dealers
Some of them straight my n***as
Some of them rich, some of them poor
But all of them still my n***as