Write Your Name - G Herbo

To all my fallen squad

Write your name across the sky

While I flame one to the brain and gon' get high

And regardless of the pain I ain’t gon' cry

Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga

Hustle hard for them bucks nigga

Thats a must nigga

I done lost so many real niggas

I can’t trust niggas

So I keep my distance from niggas

Squad with me bet I won’t get touched nigga

Got shots for him, shots for him

Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them

10−0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again

Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men

And I swear I lost so many of my guys

So im sippin Remy, smokin 50's for my guys

Never let a nigga blow any of my guys

Ain’t nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes

Missin my niggas

Kushy and liquor, 4's of the lean

RIP Richie, hand me a swisha

Paint up a picture

Of me and the squad still on the block

Before it went wrong

And Kobe wasn’t gone and Joc was still home

Man, I remember

Now my heart is cold as December

Get money the only thing thats on my agenda

Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on

Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song

Squad

RIP my niggas man

Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape

Ball like Im Kobe

RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc

RIP Pistol P man

For all my niggas gone man

We just gonna write yall name across the sky man

RIP my squad

I’ll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels

All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes

Just bring my niggas back

But I know I’ll never get em back

So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked

And I hear niggas at my neck, I’m like «where they at?»

Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat

Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em

And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em

Can I just get some money?

cuz I know niggas broke and bummy

They ain’t even funny

I know they prolly wanna rob me

They hate me prolly

But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body

They won’t get nothin from me

From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies

Where they catch the most bodies across the country

Where they took all of my homies from me

Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money

SQUAD, RIP the L’s

Free the L’s why you niggas wanna be the L’s

No Limit MB, bitch we the L’s

RIP White Folks, I can’t see a L

Squad, and we gotta stay winnin

Rollin in 4's with them semis and they tinted

Pull up on the oppas, pose' to be there and they hidin'

Cuz they scored when we ain’t have them heaters

But they didn’t!

HANN!