Frenemies lyrics

I don't do frenemies, these n*ggas more like my enemies
Half of these n*ggas out here is my mini mes
I pray to God for serenity
All of this sh*t that I'm doing though, ain't no forgiving me
Pappy and Bu you was really some kin of me
So for my bros I'll go on a killing spree
They will look me down for murder and sentence me
Before I ever let somebody finish me

I do not know what you heard
I used to post on the curb
I used to sell me some dimes
Then I upgraded to percs

TFG, PBG, Hoola Gang we used to purge
Take n*ggas right off the Earth
Free Bigz he told me don't let n*ggas ride on my wave
If they gon' ride in a hearse

Half of the time I feel like me and my n*ggas cursed
When you lose brothers it hurt
Pain can cut deep when you carry yo mans in that casket
Then put it down in the dirt
I wanna take out the time to say BIP Dirt
We gotta make sum' work
Shoota was one of the n*ggas that did all the killing
Can't believe broski got murked