[Intro]
(SnapBackOnDaTrack)
Gang
All my n***as, man, R.I.P. all my n***as, man, all my dead homies, man
Squad
This for y'all, man
Fazoland, Roc Block, Ballin' like I'm Kobe, Pistol Gang, L's

[Verse 1]
To all my fallen squad (Squad)
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and go and get high
And regardless of the pain, I ain't gon' cry
'Cause I can't never let no fuck n***a see me stuck, n***a
Hustle hard for them bucks, n***a, that's a must, n***a
I done lost so many real n***as, I can't trust n***as
So I keep my distance from n***as
Squad with me, bet I won't get touched, n***a
Got shots for him, shots for him
N***as sayin', "Fuck Roc Block," send shots at them (Baow, baow)
Ten-zero on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep goin' nonstop 'til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys (My n***as)
So I'm sippin' Remy, smokin' fifties for my guys (For my n***as)
Never let a n***a go on any of my guys
Ain't nobody fuckin with No Limit in my eyes (Gang)
Missin' my n***as, kushy and liquor, fours of the lean
R.I.P. Richie, hand me a Swisher
Paint up a picture of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong and Kobe wasn't gone and Joc was still home (Free Joc)
Man, I remember, now my heart is cold as December
Gettin' money the only thing that's on my agenda
'Cause it's too many gone, but I'm still livin' on, stayin' strong, put my farewells in this song
[Interlude]
Squad
R.I.P. my n***as, man
Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape
Ballin' like I'm Kobe
R.I.P. Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
R.I.P. Pistol P, man
For all my n***as gone, man
We just gonna write y'all name across the sky, man
R.I.P. my squad (Squad)
R.I.P. them n***as, man
Look

[Verse 2]
I'll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels, all the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes just for my n***as back
But I know I'll never get 'em back (Fuck)
So if a pussy disrespect, then he gettin' whacked (We on it)
And heard n***as at my neck, I'm like, "Where they at?" (Where they at?)
'Cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gat (I'm out here)
Got so many n***as that's hatin', I don't even know 'em (Even know 'em)
And so many feelings of hatred, I don't even show 'em (Show 'em)
Can I just get some money?
'Cause I know n***as broke and bummy, they ain't even funny (Nah)
I know they probably wanna rob me, they hate me probably
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won't get nothin' from me (Nothin')
From the hellhole where it's full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country (Murder capital)
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, R.I.P. my homies, gotta get this money (Gotta get it)
Squad, R.I.P. the L's
Free the L's, all you n***as wanna be the L's (L's)
No Limit MB, bitch, we the L's (Gang)
R.I.P. White Folks, I can't see a L
Squad, yeah, we gotta stay winnin'
Rollin' in foreigns with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppers, buzzer beater and they hittin'
'Cause they scored when we ain't have them heaters, but they didn't, huh?
[Outro]
For everybody ever lost one of your homies, man
Anybody that's gone, anybody mean anythin' to you, you know?
R.I.P. my n***as, man
Squad