write your name

g herbo

write your name across the sky

to all my fallen squad

write your name across the sky

while i flame 1 to the brain and go get high

and regardless of the pain i ain't gon cry. cause i cant neva let a fuck nigga

see me stuck nigga

hustle hard for the bucks nigga

thats a must nigga

i done lost so many real niggas

i cant trust niggas

so i keep my distance from niggas

squad with me

bet i wont get touched nigga. got shots for him

shots for him

niggas said fuck rocblock

send shots at them

10 to 0 on the scoreboard

send shots again

keep goin non stop till we drop lots of men

and i swear i lost so many of my guys

so i'm sippin remy

smokin 50s for my guys

never let a nigga go on any of my guys

ain't nobody fuckin with no limit in my eyes. missin my niggas

kushy and liquor

4s 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 was wrong

and kobe was gon

and joc was still home. man i remember

now my heart is cold as december

gettin money is the only thing on my agenda

cause its too many gone

but i'm still livin on

stay strong for my farewells in this song. write your name across the sky

i'll give the money

fuck the fame

all the jewels

all the hoes

all the clothes and then all the shoes

just for my niggas back

but i know i'll never get em back

so if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked. and i heard niggas at my neck

im like where they at

cause i be right there on the set with the biggest gatt. and so many niggas thats hatin

i don't even know em

and so many fellas

the hatred i don't even show em. can i just get some money

cause i know niggas broke and bummy

that ain't even funny. i know they prolly wanna rob me

they hatin prolly

but they gon only make marley come catch a body

they wont get nothing from me. from the hell hole

where its full of zombies

where they kill the most bodies across the country

where they took all of my homies from me

man r.i.p. my homies

gotta get this money. squad. r.i.p. the l's

free the l's

all you niggas wanna be the l's

no limit mb bitch we the l's

r.i.p. white folks

i cant see a l. squad. and we gotta stay winning

rolling on fours with them semis and they tinted

pull up on the oppers

buss a beater and they hittin

cause we scored when we ain't have them heaters and they didn't

ah.