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Reminiscing my niggas that done died man
Goin' through pictures and it's fuckin' up my
Thinkin' when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain
His first offense, judge him all that time man
He in buckin' and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she know the man
I run shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey

Thinkin' 'bout you as I'm through my call log
Your number in my contact but I can't call y'all
Lost my to the streets and it wasn't even worth it
Tray-Tray, Lil Mafia, Lil Corey, and J Money, that me, hey
Big Larry and every nigga that went fed man
Wouldn't 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 painted it, my own lane, hey
Shawty fucked one of my niggas in my
I wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I to hurt her
I had to learn hoes gon' be hoes, nobody
Cut from a real nigga cloth, I'm fuck allergic
They say my nigga killed my nigga so my fucked up
I put my trust in no one but this Glock on me with one up
I was with them packs on me all light until the sun up
Don't fall for nothin', always stand up, that's how I'm gon' my sons up hey

'bout my niggas that done died man
Goin' through pictures and fuckin' up my mind-frame
back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my in the chain gang
His first offense, gave him all that time man
He in buckin' and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she know the man
I run with shooters and it's murder on mind-frame, hey

Niggas out here sending so it's murder on my dome
They gon' up and just hop out, we don't send no shots on songs
My son mama say I'm wrong, she got that lil mind-frame
She ain't built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what with fame
I just sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he
'Cause my lil homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the
Took my nigga out the hood, him the world got more to offer
In Miami the Dolphins, BGE 'til we in coffins
Mind-frame on I care
Glock nineteen, I'm so
You can look and you can
It's on me, you touch a hair
Niggas crossed me, said me
me really what it was
Now they callin', tryna
But I can't reimburse 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, judge gave him all that man
He in there buckin' and it's up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad she don't know the man
I run with shooters and it's murder on mind-frame, hey