[Verse 1 - Maino:]
All my n***as eat bread
Couple n***as in the feds
Little homie got shot so many damn times
That he still gotta bullet in his head
Gotta n***a that just came home
Went to jail before cell phones
My n***a wasn't right or wrong
That wasn't love to the homies that's gone
Yup, love my n***as
To the motherf**ing head my n***as
Started from the bottom win win
Had sh** sold now it's real chips my n***as
Little n***a with heart like a big mac
Dope boy rock rollies like wrist bands
n***as said he'd take his own life
He had k**as and a wife I'm a save it for the next man
Got friends that trick too much
Dumb n***a don't think too much
Middle finger in the air like he don't even care
This n***a don't give two f**s
Most of my n***as pack hammers
But all of my n***as bananas
Get the boys mad they turn green like a banner
My friend bought a Benz off dope money
Played strip like hoe money
Brown paper bag like coke money
Way back when we ain't have no money
Some of my n***as is Cs
Some of my n***as is Bs
But you can bet all of your money
That every last one of my n***as is Gs
[Hook:]
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
To the end we trust my n***as
Some of them k**as some of them dealers
Some of them straight my n***as
Some of them rich, some of them poor
But all of them still my n***as
[Verse 2:]
I love my n***as
Remember when we ain't have sh**
Growing up in the projects
Sleeping on a dirty mattress
We all living with our mother
Young n***as ain't got our father
f** basketball, we gotta sell d**
If we wanna make it out the gutter
Went from 10 grams to a whole brick
Young n***a she was on the homes dick
n***as mad we getting money now no sh**
n***as coming through shooting at us oh sh**
One of us gets shot shoot him right back
k** a n***a for my n***a it's like that
Every n***a round me feel like that
Can't fight for a n***a that don't fight back
(No p**ys over here)
TTG we trained to go
Shot a n***a from a block away
I got lucky I swear I wasn't aiming yo
(I ain't got no aim yo)
I shot him cause he shot my n***a
In lobby I'm like man he tryna 2pac my n***a
(Remember p**n studios)
It's bang bang when we see the enemy
All my n***as drink Hennessy
Most my n***as in the penitentiary
Free my n***as in the penitentiary
(Free Debo Brown)
All my n***as got felonies
I love my n***a to the d**h for me
[Hook:]
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
To the end we trust my n***as
Some of them k**as some of them dealers
Some of them straight my n***as
Some of them rich, some of them poor
But all of them still my n***as
[Verse 3:]
I love my n***as
Twenty one gun up twenty for the sun up
I hug my n***a, hand in I'm watching your gut case you run up
To show when I'm ready the 40 is on me, this f**er is heavy
You walking up on me, I'm holding it steady
Put one in your belly then jump in the Chevy
f** can you tell me? some of them cool and some of them deadly
Some of them shoot and some will get feddy
Some of them Boosie some of them Webby
n***a they whiling, always on point never cracking a smile
Some of the rejoice they got crack in the valley
Went from a coy to the stacks to the pounds
n***a I'm now, get my weight up
Got a move a hoe but I don't break up
My n***a bag the weed and roll the shake up
My n***a full champion team I take a paycut
Plenty snakes in gra** let them rake up
Man I love my n***as
Cause when they get ill and shake
They still be like f** y'all n***as
[Hook:]
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
I love my n***as, I love my n***as
To the end we trust my n***as
Some of them k**as some of them dealers
Some of them straight my n***as
Some of them rich, some of them poor
But all of them still my n***as