At the brown penn with a brown skin
Rolling up some foul wind
Throwing down ten squares
Flem shares streets with
Killas & dillas
Who creep leaving
Shells from the piece
Catching shade from the heat
In a cookout
I’m Playing lookout scheming
For N***as throwing bullets
Like Beamen
On any given Sunday
They let the gunplay
Jetting off like a runway
Going in disguise
Word swerve on the curb
Took his last ride
Surprised he Got 25
Left him petrified
Judge let lesson slide
Chair un Electrified
Story of a cold summer
Serving nose nummas
Free basing
Knees shaking
Cold cases left nameless
Like bullets out the stainless
Leaving brainless
Cain slagging
Lane hanging
Pitching like Koufax
Ditching white low packs
Curving detectives
Another procession
Leaving a lesson
Selling tan together
Like Spelman professor
Pussy in my class
Word to the wise
The prize is
To validate many skies
Snakes preach plenty lies
Teach a man how to kill
But never how to die
Crime multiples
They keep us divided
Wisdom of a liffer
Vision of sniper
Overseas for the black gold
Yankee fitted cap low
Eyes scanning while scanning
Gs in the field like grammbling
Stick and drums handling
In the city where I’m from
Slang from my tounge
Sharing war stories
In a old trausus
RIP 2 Roc I’m out