[[ Omar Sharod ]]
Yo
Now i've been workin for some years
Tryna get this picture fully painted and it's near
And through the grace of God I'm still acquainted with my peers
Racin to the top and the lane is lookin clear
Finally on our way
Recent conversations with my lil n**** Jay told me
He ain't been the same since his brother went away
Now he's smokin j's, even started sippin'
Stopped playin ball, lil homie slippin'
Due to my position I kick it with him hopin that he'll listen
But lookin in his eyes like he missin
Young and on a mission
Slow down bruh, it's a cold world-
Imma let you know now bruh
“Life’s fast, keep your foot on the gas, you might crash
And love make the world go round despite cash”
He laughed, took the lid off the flask and threw it back
And continued in his act- I'll never get him back...

[[ Mike Larry Draw ]]
The crack that got her last night has spot her up in a back street
With her knees ready to succeed
In these black streets, I was told she was introduced to it by her ex-man who moved out to brooklyn for easy money and his next plan
But his hand dealt to her, melted the
Motion along strokes
These drugs got her dope
She claim that she broke
But always got a wad of cash stuck in her coat
I tried to help her at one time
For more than just one time
Look into her soul and see she lost all her sunshine
Prostituting just to buy a long grind
Money can’t provide but guess the wind
I guess You gotta learn to just to improvise
I pray to God she snaps out of it soon
Before she snaps into a room
Where her fanny had to spectate
In a box, just to think
Love is the missin link
You can lead a horse to water but you can't force it to drink and once you can't find a hole, muthaf***a watch it sink

Who woulda thought a missin four letter word woulda had people trippin?
I guess if there is no love there is no livin
Wait
If there is no love there is no givin
So where’s the love?
Where’s the love?
Where’s the love?

[[ The Bul Bey ]]
Try not to sugar coat it
High fructose corn syrup you shoulda told me
That love would be as bitter as the bottom of a whiskey glass bottom
When you know would surely follow by that slow burn
Better hold onto somethin cause it’s gon’ hurt
Or at least sting
Have you acting crazy for like three weeks
Actin out of character
Lookin mad like you Clint Eastwood
Or actin real reckless
Kanye West-ess
With no strings attached but you
Tried to sew it back with whatever that you were left with
We used to have balance but you f***ed up all the leverage
Actin all childish, you f***ed up the setlist
Cause we was supposed to go out with a bang
Now we banged up
Can't even seem to go out without each shoutin eachother’s names
It’s crazy...