Fallen Troops E

Yeah. This a J Side roll call. State your name and your rank. This for all my fallen soldiers. Aye. Mmm, Mmm. Shit, it's a slapper on the gang. Lil Far, that's my gunner. Lil Runner, that's my runner gang. Skrrt, hit the dash. Hit the gutter lane. Skrrt, skrrt. I ain't tippin', I ain't slippin', I got that Lead on me. Huh, huh. Dead on me. Talkin' dead on me. I this one for the dead on me. Huh, huh. Dead on me. Talkin' dead on me. I this one for the dead on me. If I was ugly and it was ugly, would You love me? Withdrawal, sick like a dog, Would you rub me? Would you love me on The bus? Whoa, whoa. Lil' nigga jumped me and tried to stunt me, Would you blow? My heart cold, but it got Colder when I lost Bunchy. Get in my feelings, won't take a flight across The country. Spilled my feelings on this Perc', man, A nigga kinda clumsy. Winter time, she lookin' Comfy, get me sloppy in a onesie. A whole lot of choppers in that mansion on That one street. Niggas throwin' diss up on the Net, but they don't want beef. A whole lot of shells hit his block, I Heard they smoked him. Shots fired, hit his ass Up, the hood trophy. Everywhere I go around the state, them niggas know Me. The only young nigga sippin' Wock' with a Strolly. Could pass around some bows, but this room Start gettin' funky. Every time I leave out, I Got fifty plus on me. Lil Far, that's my gunner. Lil Runner, that's my runner gang. Skrrt, hit the dash. Hit the gutter lane. Skrrt, I ain't tippin', I slippin', I got that lead on me. Huh, huh. Dead on me. Talkin' dead on me. I wrote this one for The dead on me. Huh, Dead on me. Talkin' dead on me. I wrote this one for the dead me. I'm Goin' through everything a nigga mama told me as A kid. Mama ain't Losin' my friends to the Grave or to the pen. I wake up every Day a sin. I'm goin' hard to the end. No, I can't stop it. I know my niggas In the sky watchin', bitch, I'ma floss it. Youngest niggas bossin' all on feet, bitch, I'm in Top ten. Now I'm on the stage rockin' different States, lil' bitch, I'm poppin'. I know we not The same, but you should knock a plane up Out I wrote this letter full of pain, ain't My mind 'cause I be wildin'. Do this shit for all my niggas, ain't no Question I'ma keep it lit. We was ridin' in the Strollies with them things, Nigga, fuck a ticket. was mobbin' ten deep all On feet. It was me and Killa Truth, the Youngest faces in the street. Fam, I'ma always keep it too, yeah, that's my Nigga on the beat. They say you gon' die Alone, but he took five just for me. Fuck them sucker niggas. Been they block and watched Me hop out and I'ma gun a nigga. Toward the cloud, I gotta make it out for All my brothers, nigga. Lil Far, that's my gunner. Lil Runner, that's my runner gang. Skrrt, hit the dash. Hit the gutter lane. Skrrt, skrrt. I ain't tippin', I slippin', I got lead on Me. Huh, huh. Dead on me. Talkin' dead on me. Wrote this one for the dead on me. Huh, huh. Dead on me. Talkin' dead on me. I this one for the dead On Me