My Nigga (Official Remix)

I'd die for my muh fuckin niggas Til that day, I survive for my muh fuckin niggas Any place, any time I send orders to my hittas First state to 815, hit em up hope 2Pac wit you Cuz you need a holy ghost, 9 knives, a couple scriptures 3 disciples, and a God if you thinking that you winning I ain't playing, I LeBron on them haters that be bitchin' Can't stand the Miami heat then get the fuck up out the kitchen I'm just sayin, I ain't lying when Im saying that I'm killing Keep praying, it's a crime when I walk into the building I lose change all the time it ain't nothing to a villain So if she say she a dime tell her I ain't got no feelings Yeah, I'm hot you can tell it in the winter When she fall, she get sprung Some are rats master splinter I don't trust em I can't trust none of these niggas Can't trust none of these hoes Unless that chick bad, she not allowed all up in my zone, Lavon ho!