Lyrics:

[Produced by: Buckwild]

[Verse 1]
Yes I love my niggas, ballers, thoroughbreds, drug dealers
Bosses, goons, bidders, cold killers, them stage trapped 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 icepick a nigga neck for my niggas
No regrets till the death for my niggas
Fly niggas west coast N.Y. niggas
South niggas even my educated house niggas
Clout niggas this shit is about figures
Black duffle this where the track trouble how the
Trap bubble gotta keep that Mac muffled
Don't act puzzled full plate oaks 'll break no crows
Crossroads them exposed chose they fate awake
Up late words is grape and Ciroc in a cranberry B.M. circulating the block
You know certain niggas stay perpetuating for props till you fought hands on em' I Had your mans and them plam on em'
In broad day till the beef saute'd
Examples being made'll make a nigga more afraid

[Verse 2]
With no scope could poke holes through your meat loaf
Its no joke could pop the toast off a ski slope
Blowing smoke crushing the dro up in a C-note
Polo peacoat too Fadolo to be broke
Gotta feel us niggas show respect they either kill us niggas
Drug dealers thoroughbreds and bidders
Body-snatching silverback gorillas
Ya'll all my niggas all my life I done poured out liquors
Spit scriptures my shit is the sickest
Got old pictures of me to show what the mix is
Money made him magnum bottles of Moët
That cock go put a 40 Glock gets holy
On any block hip hop rocks em' cozy
From the moss to them cell blocks they know me

[Verse 3]
Dope boy me dope boy Z from the 90s in BK blew the O T
Ounces souffle whipped the whole key pound a pure yay flipped im cozy
Custies OD drugs was trophies chicks was handpicked wrists was woely
Mr. low key from the bottomless pit ghetto life grew up on some Guantanamo shit dominoes quip pop mix envelopes lick cops slip get locked bitch I don't know shit on him no snitch the seed of a poisonous breed believed to be concieved through soilless greed never free trapped been to hell and back been jail been bail still well intact all pales been in gucci chanelle les sacs the car rails or the cartel tell em' that
Real nigga season has begun for all my real niggas I rep for you I rap for you I ride for you ghetto to ghetto city to city hood to hood I salute my niggas