[Intro]
Darkside
Coca The Don
Yeah, woo!

[Verse 1]
Pack a magazine just in case I gotta clap a boy for fuckin' up my vibe
Ever since I'm 17 had them jumpin' jacks hoppin' in and out of rides
Nobody, that Keith Wweat, nobody like rejects
Stuck up Mister Softee with the wall with the Brooklyn Deceps
Where you think the scar came from, n***a?
We been mobbin' since day one, n***a
When the cops rush, n***as had to run, stash the cracks in the pay phone n***a!
Damn, Mr. President, triple gold diamond bezzled it
Heavy is the head that wears the crown in the tub screamin' fly pelican
In the rooftops flipped pigeons, n***as losin' their religion
Gold, lots of those over Coca-Cola, sweaters pitchin' what was stitched in

[Interlude]
What you know about pain?
I know about pain, n***a
Yeah, uh!

[Verse 2]
Against all odds, Phil Collins, hear her callin' In The Air Of The Night
That sound of crack fiends in tag teams suckin' air out the pipe
Down the block from where it began took his last breath, dirty mattress, uh
I feel like Al Capone how they did him dirty for them fuckin' taxes, uh
Rest in peace Cato, that Chi-Raq, I sling that bitch
In the elevator goin up with B.I.G., Meech thinkin', "Damn he rich"
Madoff made off like Robin Hood on them Wall Street kids
Work of art, the Basciat depend on what brush you paint it with
[Outro]
Uh, Darkside 3!