Dead Homies

[Intro - Young Chris][x2] 'fficial lord nigga till he [x3] Went to the district dropped two nickels on a nigga Then went back in the streets, nigga played the heater Got a high class freak, A-1 if I need her [Verse 1 - Young Chris] Show her how to shoot the medal when she moving through the ghetto Undertaker with the shovel, leave em under with the devil I'm a north Philly rebel, no a hustler, never settle Hitting every target, keep riding, nigga pedal Hit em rock, hear them slump, them chumps ain't on my level Duffel bag to the jeweler, spend a lump sum on my bezel Show em how a nigga moving if a nigga get to shooting I put this on Larry, motherfucker we ain't loosing Semiautomatic clack, hit em high, hit em low Show them how this shit it go, niggas tryna get the dough I'm a product of the street, with the riders with the heat Lay back, smoke my weed, and just ride up on the beat Motherfuckers! [Hook - ?][x2] Man I put that on my dead homies All I know is get that bread homie Got a pocket full of dead homies And Imma get em till I'm dead homie [Verse 2 - ?] Good shots in the morning, I wake up to the sound I quickly grab my hammer, bitch tell me calm down If they talking beef I quickly serve em like a butler I'm riding through the city like I own this motherfucker They hate the way I roll but these niggas can't stop it Stash cracked open, got this hammer I'll pop it Son asked me "daddy why you riding with that gun?" I'm like "These niggas hating, tryna kill a nigga, son" But you protected, harm you, watch me kill em in a second Homie turned snitch so I guess it was a lesson A cold blood line I guess this rich shit is ending He turn 14 I bet my son gon get his Bentley My daughter get the Ashton, bitch get the Rolls The homies Panameras and my mama get the Glow The Rolex full of ice so I guess time froze At the dinner [?] so no feelings ain't exposed On the dead homies [Hook][x2] [Verse 3 - ?] Pull up to the set boy, and I'm finally clean Ignited on the scene, like a batch of methala A hot blur on me, and some cold lean Shoot it out in slow motion with the police Getting money lately, know that they don't like it Running up a check, bitch don't fight it I do it for my niggas went and got indicted Talking bout that money, no one driving [Hook][x2]