Intro

I remember back when, I said I’m jugging to the death
Got Diors on my feet but I’m pushing in the trench
Before I caught a fed chase I saw them putting up a tent
We would’ve never thought we had the cream cushions in the Benz
Reminiscing about the endz
I just miss my nigga Tenz and I miss my nigga ???
He was living with the shots
They put molly in the box
That’s my nigga he’s a boss
We would’ve never thought the dinger was a dinger until it pops
Now it’s mad when we step
H collapsed out of breath
And that could’ve been som shit I had to regret
Now I’m staying with this bissad she got crack in her breath
I will risk it for a biscuit cut slabs out the ‘rex
We had marlis on the come up
Every day I miss my brother
Lost a runner need a runner
Niggas know I used to suffer
Now we light up the gutter
Cause he L took the charge off of my little fucker
Cah my mind’s in the gutter
Donny ran off with the bag, he’s a fried little fucker
Let’s invest in a vest, you could’ve died for the 1'r
If my time would’ve come up, I would’ve shined in the summer
He was bro once upon a, now it’s live when we buck up
Chanel or Dior, but I went after all the Kenzo
Where did all my friends go
Where did all the ten go
It’s fire with the biker next dotty with a Benzo
After everything I lost out, I get it back ten fold
If my time would’ve come up, I would’ve shined in the summer
He was bro once upon a, now it’s live when we buck up
Tell my nigga lowe the drip
But guess what I know that’s how it is
Made a killing of the weed
And put yola in the mix
Or put soda in the mix
Cats coping off the thing
And he telling me, he ain’t got ebola but he’s sick
Lost my brodem' to the fifth and now I’m cold like a fridge
Niggas joking they’re sick, they don’t own any sticks
Lost my brother to the feds
Got a cutter when I step
P was realer than the realest
So I love him to the death
Had a trig under my bed
Wetting niggas out the ‘rex
Shoutout my nigga Double S
Worked that nigga in his head
And my browning look the best
But she hate it when I’m anti
We’re from two different worlds, she don’t really understand me
Tell my nigga M don’t take the shotty in the taxi
But he’s says it’s patterned and I ain’t bringing batteries
My niggas up in habzy
I just miss my nigga Patchy
I ain’t louis but we should’ve called?
The only time I lacked is when that pussy tried shank me
That day we should’ve had wapped free
But the wap weren’t levels
And a run batch of bobby turn cats into devils
And I’ve gotta thank ten-ten racks for the bezel
And the junkhouse smelly but mans gotta settle
He got lost in the woods like Hansel&Gretel
Chanel or Dior, but I went after all the Kenzo
Where did all my friends go
Where did all the ten go
It’s fire with the biker next dotty with a Benzo
After everything I lost out, I get it back ten fold