Yes, I love my niggas Ballers, thoroughbreds, drug dealers Bosses, goons, bidders, cold killers Them stay strapped silverback gorillas Yeah, they all my niggas R.I.P. B.I.G., Nas, Jigga U-God, Ghost, Rae, my nigga RZA Big L, Pun, Pac, niggas miss ya... Shit, I reps for my niggas I ice pick a nigga neck for my niggas No regrets to the death for my niggas Fly niggas West coast, NY niggas South niggas, even my educated house niggas Clout niggas, 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 niggas 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 nigga more afraid... 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 niggas Show respect or either kill us, niggas Drug dealers, thoroughbreds and bidders Body snatchers, silverback gorillas Y'all all my niggas All my life I done poured out liquors Spit scriptures, my shit is the sickest Got old pictures of me to show what the mix is Money mayhem, magnum bottles of Moë That cocked gold plated 40 Glock gets holy On any block hip-hop rocks I'm cozy From the moss to them cell blocks, they know me... Dope boy me, dope boy Z From the '90s in BK, blew the OT Ounce of soufflé, whipped the whole key Pound of pure yay flipped, I'm cozy Custies OD, drugs was trophies Chicks was hand picked, wrist was Rollie Mr. low key from the bottomless pit Ghetto life, grew up on some Guantanamo shit Dominoes quip, pot mix, envelopes lick Cops, slip, get lock bitch, I don't know shit Honor no snitch, the seed of a poisonous breed Believe to be conceived through soulless greed Never free, trapped, been to hell and back Been jail, been bailed, still well intact Harpels, been in Gucci, Chanel in Saks The car rails or the cartel, tell 'em that Real nigga season has begun For all my real niggas I rep for you, I rap for you, I ride for you Ghetto to ghetto, city to city Hood to hood, I salute.. my niggas