[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
I said I'm tryna practice being content
I take a pen and a pad, I meditate and I vent
I blow the smoke in the air
For my n***as who
No longer here
A lot of blood sweat, tears
Shed over the years
Was only a kid, when I started doing it big
With mama I lived
Bought the profit back to the crib
The man of the house
Now I'm thinking 'bout movin' out
Or should I cop the property and move my family south?
Fuck it, I'mma do both
And still keep the crib in Brooklyn
Just so I could post and politic it with the Pros
Kick it with some hoes, with they nipples exposed
Keep the pistol to me close
When I'm looking for the foes
Stay away from windows, is what we was told
Unless it's opportunities, just to open up some mo'
I opened a lot of doors for n***as
Five years strong and
Still got about, twenty more for n***as
Pro Era Ranger, Mighty Morphin N***a
Keep one in the chamber
When it's time to off a n***a
Don't need a hammer to put a nail in the coffin n***a
Gimme the mic
I kill this shit often n***a
I'm the best out
You already lost my n***a
I got my chest out
City on my torso n***a
I don't even gotta speak or further talk my n***a
It's just a throwaway verse that I tossed you n***as