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Reminiscing 'bout my that done died man
Goin' through pictures and fuckin' up my mind-frame
Thinkin' back we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all time man
He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his
His bitch bad and treatin' him bad like she don't know the man
I run with and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey

Thinkin' 'bout you as I'm through my call log
Your number still in my contact but I can't y'all
Lost my niggas to the streets and it wasn't even it
Tray-Tray, Lil Mafia, Lil Corey, and J Money, that me, hey
Free Big Larry and nigga that went fed man
wish that time on nobody, fuck what they said man
Wouldn't ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own
I saw my vision, I it, made my own lane, hey
fucked one of my niggas in my circle
I wanted to spazz, I to crash, I wanted to hurt her
I had to learn gon' be hoes, nobody perfect
Cut from a real cloth, I'm fuck shit allergic
They say my nigga my nigga so my mind-frame fucked up
I won't put my trust in no one but this on me with one up
I was posted them packs on me all light until the sun up
Don't fall for nothin', always stand up, how I'm gon' raise my sons up hey

'bout my niggas that done died man
Goin' through pictures and it's fuckin' up my
back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting from my niggas in the chain gang
His offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don't the man
I run with shooters and murder on they mind-frame, hey

Niggas out here sending threats so it's on my dome
They gon' pull up and just hop out, we don't no shots on songs
My son say I'm wrong, she got that lil girl mind-frame
She ain't for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame
I just sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he
'Cause my lil homie lawyer in full, know he beat the case
Took my nigga out the hood, showed him the got more to offer
In with the Dolphins, BGE 'til we in coffins
Mind-frame on I don't
nineteen, I'm so aware
You can look and you can
It's blood on me, you a hair
Niggas crossed me, said me
Showed me what it was
Now callin', tryna talk
But I can't that love, nah

Reminiscing 'bout my that done died man
Goin' pictures and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame
Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still
calls from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, gave him all that time man
He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad she don't know the man
I run with and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey