Dead Homies Mistah F.A.B. (Ft. G Perico)

[Intro]
(L-Finguz)

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
45th and Market be the hood
Right there by the store where I stood
Ask anybody, nigga, in the ice, am I good?
If a nigga say I'm bad, it’s cause his bitch sucked the wood
Uh, I'm robbin'
I pull up in that old-school sittin’ on paint, nigga, bounce in
Slide through my whole city 'cause I'm tapped in
Pull up on booker, see junior on the backend
Did it for my street, rest in peace to [?][0:22]
[?]
For G field, stay in field mode
I'm that nigga in my hood they'll kill for
Legend on my block, from a million-dollar spot
Keep it lit for lil' [?]
Four, five, six, I'll put it on your head, homie
That's on God and all of my dead homies

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
On dead homies (Nigga, on my mama, blood)
On dead homies (I swear on everything, cuz)
On dead homies (Bro, that nigga got me fucked up)
Bro, I put that on everything (What?)
On [?] (What?) on my mama (What?)
Yeah, on the dead homies