I think I was premature on my previous best verse from the album so far
No more foul plays, housing mentality, shoot 'em down days
Going out of town with a couple of pound plays
Always the one you call your friend but then his style changed
Hard time for non-violent crimes, that's a outrage
We need a meeting, money and fame is fleeting
You never really know the reason why two people is beefing
Bloody murder, in the '80s, he had suede Louis seats in the 'burban
Did dirty, his sentеnce start turning
Look at life, took advice from thе streets of Vernon
Nothing Nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined
Pick an island, anywhere for your happy soul or return it
When I'm gone, I pray my family don't get the cash and burn it
To the floor, black 4's laced up
Galactica glaciers, eighty-eight karats, immaculate paystubs
Them nikkas do a crime, I drop a rhyme, it's the same rush
And they been sending shots a nikka way but they ain't struck
Can't fukk with me
I been outside since a buck fifty was the only way to get your face done
Doggystyle CD, turn that "Murder Was the Case" up
Thinking when I drop my first shyt, I'm leaving they face scrunched
Black from the dark side of Vernon from the dime block
They had it clicking but today, it's the new slimes out
Instagram trickin' the hood, what they crying 'bout?
Petty crimes, bytches and money, that's why they lying 'bout
This shyt from the Truth. It won't be out of place on Illmatic and It Was Written.
Better than KD 2. Dude is rhyming on this record like he's possessed. And production is brilliant