[Verse 1: Che Noir]
Yo
So many kids in my city dyin', it's tragic
When I got that phone call, I couldn't hide my reaction
See the tears in my eyes through my glasses
Ain't make the funeral
But if I did, I probably would have climbed in the casket
Life is precious, I can't help but cherish
Classmate told me my father was a fiend, man, I felt so embarrassed
It was hell in their marriage
My mom exposed us to a lot real young
So now she feelin' like she failed as a parent
Got a sister that I used to be close with, now we don't speak as much
Miscommunication between us, no, we don't keep in touch
They say you changed when they ain't keepin' up
I move different, I see why we don't agree as much
I know blood thicker than water, but that's hard to convince
'Cause to tell the truth, I had family cross me more than a friend
When the blood spills, that's what you use the water to rinse
I know paybacks a bitch, I still won't charge her a cent

[Verse 2: .38 Spesh]
Yo
We sold drugs to survive, but, now it's glamorized
The feds had us under surveilence (Yeah), we was camera shy
Its dark where them lots is vacant, the spot vandalized (Uh-huh)
Get judged home court in the street before the hammer rise
These young n***as lost in the street, it make 'em fantasize
Get shot tryin' to run from police (Yeah), I guess they plan to die (Uh-huh)
They let your blood soak in the street before it's sanitized
You live by the code of the streets (Right), or just standin' by (By)
The trap was poetry, back when crack supported me
I took clientele from cats who lacked authority
Look, I bagged a quarter key with n***as that was poor as me
We put China on the runway like Kimura Lee (Uh)
I stack quarterly, move packs like an orderly (Uh-huh)
Adapt more accordingly in case rats try recordin' me
Don't talk about hunger and thirst if you lack loyalty (Nah)
When you mention trust come first, that's black royalty
[Verse 3: Klass Murda]
Momma, I'm sorry (Uh)
I know this ain't what you taught me (Momma, momma)
I never told you what I did with them Jordans you bought me (Uh)
Bein' fly and broke don't mean nothin'
Took 'em to the strip, trade for a zip
Now we hustlin' (Trap)
That was the seventh grade (Seventh grade)
Quarter million dollars later, we see better days (Better days)
I built an empire with hands that ain't never prayed (Momma)
I done paid bills in houses I ain't never stayed (Never stayed)
Remember when I use to serve at the old McDonalds
Went out west, now I own a farm like I'm old McDonald (Wooh)
Uh, I'm just throwin' a box
That's what got these bitches throwin' a box (What? What?)
N***as throwin' them shots, uh
My friends talkin' over pillows, I'll let you meet my plug
I should have played the man in the middle
Stressed, lookin' for a new trap, keep refreshin' Zillow
Should have been left this shit alone, but I ain't get the memo
It's Murda