R.I.P to my soldiers, time to summon them

R.I.P to my soldiers, time to summon them I wish my dawgs could see the sun again Sometimes I wish I had left with some of them Drop down on my knees for their mama and 'em My eyes teary, I can't even stand in front of them Drank a bucket of that Henny now, I'm numb again That's how I deal with my troubles, I trouble them It's hard to lose a real one when you one of them If I could bring you back, you know we going dumb again Hard to deal with God's timing this shit humbling Feet stumbling Heart still crumbling Ayy, feeling like my world's been spun again I gotta represent It's time to turn it up Play some Supa Mega Turn the fuck up Pockets getting fatter Pockets chunked up Merc trucked up Blicky tucked up Get touched up Got these niggas nervous Got these bitches star struck