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!