[Verse 1]

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...

[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 niggas

Show respect or either kill us, niggas

Drug dealers, thoroughbreds and bidders

Body snatchers, silverback gorillas

Hold up!