Artist: Lil Herb Album: Welcome to Fazoland (Mixtape) Song: Write Your Name Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Prelude] Write your name across the sky (With talking prelude) [Verse 1] To all my fallen squad write your name across the sky while I flame 1 to the brain and go get high and regardless of the pain I ain't gon cry Cause I cant neva let a fuck nigga, see me stuck nigga hustle hard for the bucks nigga, thats a must nigga I done lost so many real niggas, I cant trust niggas so I keep my distance from niggas squad with me, bet I wont get touched nigga Got shots for him, shots for him niggas said fuck Rocblock, send shots at them 10 to 0 on the scoreboard, send shots again keep goin non stop till we drop lots of men And I swear I lost so many of my guys so I'm sippin remy, smokin 50s for my guys never let a nigga go on any of my guys, ain't nobody fuckin with No Limit in my eyes Missin my niggas, Kushy and liquor, 4s of the lean R.I.P. Richie, hand me a swisher paint up a picture of me and the squad, still on the block before it was wrong and Kobe was gon, and Joc was still home Man I remember, now my heart is cold as December gettin money is the only thing on my agenda cause its too many gone, but I'm still livin on stay strong for my farewells in this song [Chorus] Write your name across the sky (With talking prelude) [Verse 2] I'll give the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels all the hoes, all the clothes and then all the shoes just for my niggas back but I know I'll never get em back so if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked And I heard niggas at my neck Im like where they at cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gatt And so many niggas thats hatin, I don't even know em And so many fellas, the hatred I don't even show em Can I just get some money cause I know niggas broke and bummy, that ain't even funny I know they prolly wanna rob me, they hatin prolly but they gon only make Marley come catch a body they wont get nothing from me From the hell hole, where its full of zombies where they kill the most bodies across the country where they took all of my homies from me man R.I.P. my homies, gotta get this money Squad R.I.P. the L's, free the L's, all you niggas wanna be the L's No Limit MB bitch we the L's R.I.P. white folks, I cant see a L Squad And we gotta stay winning, rolling on fours with them semis and they tinted pull up on the oppers, buss a beater and they hittin cause we scored when we ain't have them heaters and they didn't, ah