[Verse 1]
Back home you get cash, you pistachio
They crack shells while you get gas
You get too flashy, get a camera roll
Come to your potluck with a casserole
Name new strains that make your casket roll
Turn your city into your Grassy Knoll
Nobody drive around with their top back
Every time they shootout on the highway, n***as shot back
Every séance and tribute never brought Pac back
I sometimes have dreams about a city where the cops black
But then I gotta stop that
I remember how few n***as in Atlanta jails is not black
I probably catch a co--