[Intro]
(DJ Swift on the track)
Never bring new people in your circle
(Dubba-AA flexin')
I'm forever being with the people who put up with my shit 'cause I know me
I've been betrayed too many times

[Hook]
I light one up for my dead homies, I'm droppin' these ashes, won't get 'em back
My name, n***as throwin' salt on it, everything that I claim imma stand on that
Racketeerin' got the feds on us, gang activity came to that
Say that they wanna drop bread on 'em, when we hit 'em up they ain't comin' back
23 hours and 45 minutes sittin' up in that cell, I ain't goin' back
Word on the street these n***as been dissin', when I get released imma handle that
I'm talkin' to shorty she say that she love me, you know for a fact I ain't trustin' that
These n***as been plottin', you know that I'm thuggin', he say he gon' kill me can't go like that
36 Os and a whole lotta' money, I got this shit in the backpack
I'm right at the store inside of the north, I'm playin' 'round with that crack sack
I'm bumpin' Yo Gotti that CMG 5, you lil' n***as don't relate to that
I got me a burner when Lil Dave died, he say he gon' kill me ion' play 'bout that

[Verse 1]
Seein' that blood left me traumatized, I pray to god with my n***a
Have you ever been a victim, the n***a infront of the pistol?
I be that lil' n***a who grippin', runnin' duckin' from the system
False move imma zip him, you know I ain't tellin' who killed him
Shoot at a n***a and don't say a thing, they labelled me as a top shotta
Protectin' my n***as I'm over the gang, behind the fence like a rottweiler
I can't let the drugs take over my brain, maintain and I'm goin' higher
They bumpin' my music but don't feel my pain, all of this money is hypnotizing
These n***as pride takin' over they life, so they shootin' on sight
They focus on wrong, they dance with the devil, they ain't tryna' move right
When you gone you gone, I can tell you my n***a, you'll never live twice
So stack up that money and hold your own, be a boss and pay the price
[Hook]
Lightin' one up for my dead homies
I'm droppin' these ashes, won't get 'em back
My name, n***as throwin' salt on it
Everything that I claim, imma stand on that
Racketeerin' got the feds on us
Gang activity came to that
Say that they wanna drop bread on 'em
When we hit 'em up they ain't comin' back
23 hours and 45 minutes sittin' up in that cell, I ain't goin' back
Word on the street these n***as been dissin', when I get released imma handle that
I'm talkin' to shorty she say that she love me, you know for a fact I ain't trustin' that
These n***as been plottin', you know that I'm thuggin', he say he gon' kill me can't go like that
36 Os and a whole lotta' money, I got this shit in the backpack
I'm right at the store inside of the north, I'm playin' 'round with that crack sack
I'm bumpin' Yo Gotti that CMG 5, you lil' n***as don't relate to that
I got me a burner when Lil Dave died, he say he gon' kill me ion' play 'bout that

[Verse 2]
I don't like fuckin' with these rappers, these n***as be actin' like bitches
Wake up I'm chasin' them riches, this for them youngins in the trenches
To that fake shit I ain't tendin', I was taught to mind my business
When people lookin' it be temptin', I feel like they tryna' get me
The fame and the money is gettin' to these n***as head
Forever I'm hustlin', forever I'm chasin' that bread
You say he your brother, he'll leave your ass for dead
They say that they thuggin', I catch 'em I hop out and spray it
[Hook]
Lightin' one up for my dead homies
I'm droppin' these ashes, won't get 'em back
My name, n***as throwin' salt on it
Everything that I claim, imma stand on that
Racketeerin' got the feds on us
Gang activity came to that
Say that they wanna drop bread on 'em
When we hit 'em up they ain't comin' back
23 hours and 45 minutes sittin' up in that cell, I ain't goin' back
Word on the street these n***as been dissin', when I get released imma handle that
I'm talkin' to shorty she say that she love me, you know for a fact I ain't trustin' that
These n***as been plottin', you know that I'm thuggin', he say he gon' kill me can't go like that
36 Os and a whole lotta' money, I got this shit in the backpack
I'm right at the store inside of the north, I'm playin' 'round with that crack sack
I'm bumpin' Yo Gotti that CMG 5, you lil' n***as don't relate to that
I got me a burner when Lil Dave died, he say he gon' kill me ion' play 'bout that