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Yo Black is flashy like gun happy like Pappy
Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that me
He aint the you shoot dice with and win dog
Unless you want to get your ass layed out in
Yes we soldiers, me Troy and E-Bags
When they through they hollored like 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey they loved to get gully
Summertime had on black gloves and scullies
The Lex 450 up that's Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly would of called him an old
But he an OG remind me of Chaz and real low key
Sounded like he didn't know about drama
For this shit many men do trauma
Switchy in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
The glass was rolled up on the S-Class
Heard in DC he kept mad in order
Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Porter
came in for half a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his from constop
Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project
His man got fucking murked by Salene
Heard he got it in the range nigga popped one in his brain
Over some-thing took his watch and his
Country boys off the hook down there and main.
In the black 740 I sat, hat back
Bow down baby nelly my wrist blinging What!
I'm waiting on this nigga we lost for two pies
Son he smokin that shit I can see it in his
up wise emotions closed
Most buying round looking for toast
hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men from B-More
They sellin heroin in reverse back to Diesel
Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only meant cream
it was him and his brother now he got a team
Went from 5 and a half to living the dream
pulled up Goddamn you know his format
Bentley is all marble in the and floor match
Got the gats out the stash box 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez on Me"
Everybody know he a he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up
That's Dime in the blue ts stunting like he Barnes
He broke but he like he a Don
Homes hoppin out the Jag Max haitian cat
Kill a nigga remind me of Haitian Jack
I his style son I know his stelo, He on the d-low
He smile at mumbling fuck you in Creole
Heard war stories bout how he with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and send through ya
Few niggaz tried to murk him, them got fount
Some turnt away try to run they in now
Banks hopped out bulletproof this, that
Bulletproof snorkel, hat
Got out a Black he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad like he gonna bulletproof that lets go