No Cap

A down south we here I kicked the door down
Yea yea you already know what it is
Free the real yea, Mike Smiff nigga
Let me talk my shit nigga yea

R.I.P. my boy Rey, that was my fucking nigga
Paranoid to this day 'cause I don’t know who did it
All this pain turned a nigga to a fucking killer
Riding 'round popping jiggers still clutching pistols

Had pressure with lil Cheefa, we wasn't even speaking for real
Talked to him the other day, we no longer beefing for real
Seen Young B but ain’t speak to that nigga
I love him like a lil brother but he hurt my feelings

I'm like damn everything a nigga did for you
Fuck Smiff the last thing I post to hear from you
Everybody like chill man, he just a kid
That nigga twenty something year old he ain't no fucking jit

It ain't no problem that that nigga couldn't have brought to me
Whatever it was it could have sat me down and talk to me
Thinking back, reminiscing it could have been different
I tried to give them niggas game them niggas ain't listen

Use to sit Fatz down and try to speak to him
Me and big man always use to preach to him
Now my nigga locked up doing ten and shit
And everybody told on him who went in with

Went that pressure on niggas fold every time
Bring the whole click down look at 6ix9ine
Thank God everyday that I don't owe no favors
Ain't nobody help me get out here and get this paper

So why these down south promoters always tryna play me
Always negotiating, never tryna pay me
When any time I’m in the biddy man, you know it’s litty
A nigga booked on this road you can keep them pennies

Niggas already know how it go yes sir
One monkey don't stop no show
I saved a lot of niggas lives, I can’t even lie
My young niggas wanted to slide so many times

Bumped into him at the store my nigga up that steel
I told my nigga just chill let that nigga live
When that nigga hear this song, he gone know it's real
Ain't got to say yo name, you know who you is

I don't know why niggas act like I ain’t really bout it
When my niggas the ones out here catching all the bodies
Savage life, we were moving like the cartel
Free my nigga Bad Ass, free Marcel

Sliding through the one, looking for my nigga Boota
Me and [?] was in the water like a barracuda
Heard my nigga Poppa J on that molly now
When I was broke, he was the only one that held me down

Heard my nigga down bad losing weight and shit
I can't see him like that, I can't take that shit
Shit hurt a nigga heart man I hate that shit
Hope my nigga bounce back, I hope he shake that shit

Sitting back smoking weed, thinking 'bout my future
As long as Black Jack alive, I know I got a shooter
Ain't grow up with my nigga, but I love my nigga
Never asked me for a penny, he been loyal to me

Me and Dre use to argue 'bout a lot of shit
One week before he died we had a argument
I think about it everyday man, my nigga Dre
A nigga love you man, that something I ain't get to say

I had a lot of respect for you, I hope you knew that
You use to tell me put on for Naranja, I'm gone do that fore real
In another nigga city with a big pistol
Drinking brown liquor, chewing on a skittle
Thinking 'bout my niggas in the penitentiary
Sitting back wishing shit could have been different
Sitting back wishing shit could have been different