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Reminiscing 'bout my niggas that done died man Goin' through pictures and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still maintained Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang His first offense, judge gave him all that time man He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don't know the man I run with shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey Thinkin' 'bout you as I'm scrolling through my call log Your number still in my contact but I can't call y'all Lost my niggas to the streets and it wasn't even worth it Tray-Tray, Lil Mafia, Lil Corey, and J Money, that hurt me, hey Free Big Larry and every nigga that went fed man Wouldn't wish that time on nobody, fuck what they said man Wouldn't ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own thing I saw my vision, I painted it, made my own lane, hey Shawty fucked one of my niggas in my circle I wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her I had to learn hoes gon' be hoes, nobody perfect Cut from a real nigga cloth, I'm fuck shit allergic They say my nigga killed my nigga so my mind-frame fucked up I won't put my trust in no one but this Glock on me with one up I was posted with them packs on me all light until the sun up Don't fall for nothin', always stand up, that's how I'm gon' raise my sons up hey Letras de cancionesReminiscing 'bout my niggas that done died man Goin' through pictures and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still maintained Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang His first offense, judge gave him all that time man He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don't know the man I run with shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey Niggas out here sending threats so it's murder on my dome They gon' pull up and just hop out, we don't send no shots on songs My son mama say I'm wrong, she got that lil girl mind-frame She ain't built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame I just sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he straight 'Cause my lil homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the case Took my nigga out the hood, showed him the world got more to offer In Miami with the Dolphins, BGE 'til we in coffins Mind-frame on I don't care Glock nineteen, I'm so aware You can look and you can stare It's blood on me, you touch a hair Niggas crossed me, said fuck me Showed me really what it was Now they callin', tryna talk But I can't reimburse that love, nah Reminiscing 'bout my niggas that done died man Goin' through pictures and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still maintained Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang His first offense, judge gave him all that time man He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don't know the man I run with shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey From Letras Mania