Verse 1: D2G

As I’m clouded with Black Sour in my speakers
Fumes breathe in the shrubbery
I’m pondering if this life has had enough of me
Thoughts that run the mind as I stop and inhale
Currently placing the stereotype of a system that set me to fail
I walk through the slums of homicide
Where everyday promises someone’s demise
I look back and ponder further: how’d I make it to 25?
Take a pause, take a toke, then inhale
To avoid the pitfall such as a graveyard or a jail
See my seed is growing older and protection is a must
‘Cuz there’s ills inside this world I gotta teach him not to trust
Keep him focused on his dream, ask the Lord and He’ll supply
Shower love to him, more than what my mother could provide
‘Cuz these streets ain’t no playground and horse play is a killer
It ain’t room that much for error, too much consequence in fillers
And with that I keep my eyes up we’re tuned in to the future
Me on a journey toward greatness, carry forward, I salute you

Verse 2:sterling hayes

Dodging devils by design
Should be a crime the way my words revolve around the rhyme
Moms nagging swear i heard this shit a thousand times
Its time to kill it
Running that city a mile a minute
Save all that money and spend on a limit
They'll break you they'll break u slowly
Im Kobe they can't control me
Since i had that fro in 03
We running up and they running out
Them lying hoes wit they lying mouth
We line them up and chalk line them out
Used to be maggots in they hall
Now they toilets in my stall
Fuck this world this dying cause
Steady fussing fuckin
Never told the preacher nothing
Piece of mind a piece of something
Starvin mothers
Bounty hunters
Broke kids
Dead brothers
Still i pray
Just to faded to say
That im too smart for my own self
It ain't my gun i won't tell
I be pac at the coachell
They can't break my spirit, calling out to god and i know that he must hear it
I know that they gon fear it
It gets real
Your soul seals the deal
If its that matrix blue pill
Then im rolling off the wheel
Sorry moms a deals a deal
Make u wanna swing that marijuana
Im Arnold Palmer
Real n***a, tamed street lion im Bailey Barner
On the corner
To hood passes no diploma
Dont look back them n***as gonners
Immaculate stoners
[Verse 3: Kembe X]
Loose
Who the little n***a in the kiosk jewelry?
Walk up in the room they bowing like, “We not worthy!”
And she not worried, that bitch know she gon’ get chose
Hey, turn this goofy n***a music off with his shit flows
Wherever this shit goes, the Vill behind me
Walk around the party boosed with the steele behind me
Come at the Village sideways will get you discarded
Rap intelligent but boy I swear my bitches retarded
The Village on the rise, the Village on the rise
It’s me and my guys, 80 deep
Merky Murk chillin in disguise
You live a facade, we live on the side
Where death will google you up by surprise
I’m taking my time with this rap shit
6 up in the morning, write raps and grand scheming
Think yo fuckin wit me
Your man’s dreaming
My plan be the same, no country for fuck n***as
On the couch with hella bitches, I’m comfy as fuck n***a
The 7s is what’s up, I’m with three of them hoes
Peep me some game up in the south shook me free of them hoes
Gold jewelry in my mouth, my smile is too shiny
The Village and Save Money, the grind is too grimy bitch
Rolling, rolling, we rolling baby
Show no love to a ho ‘cuz all these hoes is crazy
That’s why a bitch can’t borrow a cent from me
She caught a middle finger let her know it was sent from me n***a
She fucking up, she need to repent to me n***a
She know none of her tears mean shit to me n***a
You tryna fuck i mind fuck her mentally n***a
I guess these baller dreams was meant for me n***a