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(SnapBackOnDaTrack) Gang All my niggas, man, R.I.P. all my niggas, man, all my dead homies, man Squad This for y'all, man Fazoland, Roc Block, Ballin' like I'm Kobe, Pistol Gang, L's To all my fallen squad (squad) Write your name across the sky While I flame one to the brain and go and get high And regardless of the pain, I ain't gon' cry 'Cause I can't never let no f*ck nigga see me stuck, nigga Hustle hard for them bucks, nigga, that's a must, nigga I done lost so many real niggas, I can't trust niggas So I keep my distance from niggas Squad with me, bet I won't get touched, nigga Got shots for him, shots for him Niggas sayin', "F*ck Roc Block," send shots at them (baow, baow) Ten-zero on the scoreboard, sent shots again Keep goin' nonstop 'til we drop lots of men And I swear I lost so many of my guys (my niggas) So I'm sippin' Remy, smokin' fifties for my guys (for my niggas) Never let a nigga go on any of my guys Ain't nobody fuckin' with No Limit in my eyes (gang) Missin' my niggas, kushy and liquor, fours of the lean R.I.P. Richie, hand me a Swisher Paint up a picture of me and the squad still on the block Before it went wrong and Kobe wasn't gone and Joc was still home (free Joc) Man, I remember, now my heart is cold as December Gettin' money the only thing that's on my agenda 'Cause it's too many gone, but I'm still livin' on Stayin' strong, put my farewells in this song Squad R.I.P. my niggas, man Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape Ballin' like I'm Kobe R.I.P. Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil' Roc R.I.P. Pistol P, man For all my niggas gone, man We just gonna write y'all name across the sky, man R.I.P. my squad (squad) R.I.P. them niggas, man Look I'll give up the money, f*ck the fame, all the jewels All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes just for my niggas back (back) But I know I'll never get 'em back (f*ck) So if a pussy disrespect, then he gettin' whacked (we on it) And heard niggas at my neck, I'm like, "Where they at?" (Where they at?) 'Cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gat (I'm out here) Got so many niggas that's hatin', I don't even know 'em (even know 'em) And so many feelings of hatred, I don't even show 'em (show 'em) Can I just get some money? 'Cause I know niggas broke and bummy, they ain't even funny (nah) I know they probably wanna rob me, they hate me probably But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body They won't get nothin' from me (nothin') From the hellhole where it's full of zombies Where they catch the most bodies across the country (murder capital) Where they took all of my homies from me Man, R.I.P my homies, gotta get this money (gotta get it) Squad, R.I.P the L's Free the L's, all you niggas wanna be the L's (L's) No Limit MB, bitch, we the L's (gang) R.I.P. White Folks, I can't see a L Squad, yeah, we gotta stay winnin' Rollin' in foreigns with them semis and they tinted Pull up on the oppers, buzzer beater and they hittin' 'Cause they scored when we ain't have them heaters, but they didn't, huh? For everybody ever lost one of your homies, man Anybody that's gone, anybody mean anythin' to you, you know? R.I.P. my niggas, man Squad