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Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun like Pappy
Sneaky muthafucka me of nigga that crack me
He aint the type you shoot with and win dog
Unless you want to get your ass out in gilmore
Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and
When they through they hollored like 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey niggaz they loved to get
Summertime had on black gloves and scullies
The Lex 450 pulled up Cornbread
niggaz from Philly would of called him an old head
But he an OG remind me of Chaz and real low key
Sounded like he didn't nothing about drama
For this money shit men do trauma
Switchy in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof glass was rolled up on the
Heard in DC he kept mad in order
Picture this a young nigga gettin it Rich Porter
came in for half a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his block constop
Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project
His man just got murked by Salene
Heard he got it in the range nigga Bean one in his brain
Over took his watch and his chain
Country off the hook down there and Richmond main.
In the 740 I sat, hat turned back
Bow down nelly singing my wrist blinging What!
I'm waiting on this Wise we lost for two pies
Son he smokin that shit I can see it in his
up wise emotions closed
Most round looking for wisemen toast
Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few men from B-More
They sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to
Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only meant more
it was him and his brother now he got a team
Went from 5 and a grams to living the dream
City pulled up Goddamn you know his
is all marble in the door and floor match
Got the gats out the stash box popped 2
"All Eyez on Me" 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he floss
He on the bullshit that sent Gotti up north
That's in the blue ts stunting like he Nicky Barnes
He broke but he like he a Don
Homes hoppin out the Jag Max haitian cat
a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack
I his style son I know his stelo, He on the d-low
He smile at niggaz mumbling fuck you in
Heard war stories how he maneuver with the Ruger
the iron horizontally and send shots through ya
Few tried to murk him, most them got fount
turnt away try to run they in wheelchairs now
Banks hopped out this, bulletproof that
snorkel, bulletproof hat
Got out a Black he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad shit like he gonna that lets go