My Niggaz

[Verse 1]

What up, homie?

You in the feds now

But keep your head up

Don't let your guard down

Wanna talk to ya

But not on the phone

So I wrote you this letter, and I put it in this song

Them niggas that you trusted, them niggas got you busted

Them niggas weren't real, and I told you that

Now I'm the last man standing, and I'ma keep it real til my last day on Earth

And I'ma show you that

You like my motherfucking brother

Same grind, different plug, different dad, different mother

And nigga, I love ya

I got your lawyer, your daughter, your son and your mother

Whatever you need, nigga, hollar at me

Let your mind be free, homie, live through mе

Finally got that Lamborghini, and I threw that bitch on dubs

And I might act a fool, soon as I hit the club

See I do this shit for you, see I do this shit for me

Man, I do it for [?] man, I do it for D.P

Rеst in peace

[Verse 2]

Some nights I just cry, I say how and I say why

I say when and I say where

Why D.P. have to be there?

Why D.P. by himself?

Why D.P. didn't have his strap?

Why D.P. couldn't see it coming?

He wasn't going like that

See D.P., he was a soldier

D.P., he keep a nine

I guess the lord called him, I guess it was his time

[Verse 3]

Big homie, I remember like yesterday

Everything you used to say

Me and you, grind talk, drop on a summer day

Money wasn't nothing to me

Money wasn't nothing to you

Fall up in the mall anyway, and blow a stack or two

Fall up in the club, any night and blow a ten piece

Me and you going back and forth [?] dime piece

Then we used to [?]

Who gon' pop the most bottles?

Monday night boxing, like who gon' throw the most dollars?

And whenever we came

They ain't have enough 1's to supply us with change

Man, them was the motherfucking days

Now my nigga doing fed time, front page