Buckwild - My n***as lyrics

[Produced by: Buckwild] [Verse 1] Yes I love my n***as, ballers, thoroughbreds, drug dealers Bosses, goons, bidders, cold k**ers, them stage trapped silverback gorillas Yeah they all my n***as; R.I.P. B.I.G., Nas, Jigga U-God, Ghost, Rae, my n***a Rza, Big L, Pun, Pac, n***as miss ya sh** I reps for my n***as, I icepick a n***a neck for my n***as No regrets till the d**h for my n***as Fly n***as west coast N.Y. n***as South n***as even my educated house n***as Clout n***as this sh** 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as show respect they either k** us n***as Drug dealers thoroughbreds and bidders Body-snatching silverback gorillas Ya'll all my n***as all my life I done poured out liquors Spit scriptures my sh** is the sickest Got old pictures of me to show what the mix is Money made him magnum bottles of Moët That co*k 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 d** was trophies chicks was handpicked wrists was woely Mr. low key from the bottomless pit ghetto life grew up on some Guantanamo sh** dominoes quip pop mix envelopes lick cops slip get locked b**h I don't know sh** 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 n***a season has begun for all my real n***as I rep for you I rap for you I ride for you ghetto to ghetto city to city hood to hood I salute my n***as