[Verse 1]
Yes, I love my n***as
Ballers, thoroughbreds, drug dealers
Bosses, goons, bidders, cold killers
Them stay strapped silverback gorillas
Yeah, they all my n***as
R.I.P. B.I.G., Nas, Jigga
U-God, Ghost, Rae, my n***a RZA
Big L, Pun, Pac, n***as miss ya
Shit, I reps for my n***as
I ice pick a n***a neck for my n***as
No regrets to the death for my n***as
Fly n***as
West coast, NY n***as
South n***as, even my educated house n***as
Clout n***as, this shit is about figures
Black duffle, wrist wear it attract trouble
How to trap, bubble
Gotta keep that MAC muffled
Don't act puzzled, for a plate oaths’ll break
No codes, crossroads, them expose chose they fate
Awake, up late, Welch's grape and CÎROC
In a cranberry BM, circulatin' the block
You know certain n***as stay perpetratin’ for props
'Til you put hands on 'em
Or have ya mans and 'em blam on 'em
In broad day 'til the beef sautéed
Examples, bein' made'll make a n***a more afraid...
[Verse 2]
With no scope could poke holes through ya meat loaf
It’s no joke could pop the toast off a ski slope
Blowin’ smoke, crushin' the ’dro up in a C-note
Polo pea coat, too for dolo to be broke
Gotta feel us n***as
Show respect or either kill us, n***as
Drug dealers, thoroughbreds and bidders
Body snatchers, silverback gorillas
Hold up!