Social (Dead Homies / Racketeering) lyrics

[Intro]
(DJ Swift on the track)
Never bring new people in your circle
(Dubba-AA flexin')
I'm forever being with the people who put up with my sh*t 'cause I know me
I've been betrayed too many times

[Hook]
I light one up for my dead homies, I'm droppin' these ashes, won't get 'em back
My name, n*ggas throwin' salt on it, everything that I claim imma stand on that
Racketeerin' got the feds on us, gang activity came to that
Say that they wanna drop bread on 'em, when we hit 'em up they ain't comin' back
23 hours and 45 minutes sittin' up in that cell, I ain't goin' back
Word on the street these n*ggas been dissin', when I get released imma handle that
I'm talkin' to shorty she say that she love me, you know for a fact I ain't trustin' that
These n*ggas been plottin', you know that I'm thuggin', he say he gon' kill me can't go like that
36 Os and a whole lotta' money, I got this sh*t in the backpack
I'm right at the store inside of the north, I'm playin' 'round with that crack sack
I'm bumpin' Yo Gotti that CMG 5, you lil' n*ggas don't relate to that
I got me a burner when Lil Dave died, he say he gon' kill me ion' play 'bout that

[Verse 1]
Seein' that blood left me traumatized, I pray to god with my n*gga
Have you ever been a victim, the n*gga infront of the pistol?
I be that lil' n*gga who grippin', runnin' duckin' from the system
False move imma zip him, you know I ain't tellin' who killed him
Shoot at a n*gga and don't say a thing, they labelled me as a top shotta
Protectin' my n*ggas I'm over the gang, behind the fence like a rottweiler
I can't let the drugs take over my brain, maintain and I'm goin' higher
They bumpin' my music but don't feel my pain, all of this money is hypnotizing
These n*ggas pride takin' over they life, so they shootin' on sight
They focus on wrong, they dance with the devil, they ain't tryna' move right
When you gone you gone, I can tell you my n*gga, you'll never live twice
So stack up that money and hold your own, be a boss and pay the price
[Hook]
Lightin' one up for my dead homies
I'm droppin' these ashes, won't get 'em back
My name, n*ggas throwin' salt on it
Everything that I claim, imma stand on that
Racketeerin' got the feds on us
Gang activity came to that
Say that they wanna drop bread on 'em
When we hit 'em up they ain't comin' back
23 hours and 45 minutes sittin' up in that cell, I ain't goin' back
Word on the street these n*ggas been dissin', when I get released imma handle that
I'm talkin' to shorty she say that she love me, you know for a fact I ain't trustin' that
These n*ggas been plottin', you know that I'm thuggin', he say he gon' kill me can't go like that
36 Os and a whole lotta' money, I got this sh*t in the backpack
I'm right at the store inside of the north, I'm playin' 'round with that crack sack
I'm bumpin' Yo Gotti that CMG 5, you lil' n*ggas don't relate to that
I got me a burner when Lil Dave died, he say he gon' kill me ion' play 'bout that

[Verse 2]
I don't like f*ckin' with these rappers, these n*ggas be actin' like b*tches
Wake up I'm chasin' them riches, this for them youngins in the trenches
To that fake sh*t I ain't tendin', I was taught to mind my business
When people lookin' it be temptin', I feel like they tryna' get me
The fame and the money is gettin' to these n*ggas head
Forever I'm hustlin', forever I'm chasin' that bread
You say he your brother, he'll leave your ass for dead
They say that they thuggin', I catch 'em I hop out and spray it
[Hook]
Lightin' one up for my dead homies
I'm droppin' these ashes, won't get 'em back
My name, n*ggas throwin' salt on it
Everything that I claim, imma stand on that
Racketeerin' got the feds on us
Gang activity came to that
Say that they wanna drop bread on 'em
When we hit 'em up they ain't comin' back
23 hours and 45 minutes sittin' up in that cell, I ain't goin' back
Word on the street these n*ggas been dissin', when I get released imma handle that
I'm talkin' to shorty she say that she love me, you know for a fact I ain't trustin' that
These n*ggas been plottin', you know that I'm thuggin', he say he gon' kill me can't go like that
36 Os and a whole lotta' money, I got this sh*t in the backpack
I'm right at the store inside of the north, I'm playin' 'round with that crack sack
I'm bumpin' Yo Gotti that CMG 5, you lil' n*ggas don't relate to that
I got me a burner when Lil Dave died, he say he gon' kill me ion' play 'bout that