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Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like
Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga crack me
He the type you shoot dice with and win dog
you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore
Yes we soldiers, remind me and E-Bags
When came through they hollored like 'What up Conrad?'
niggaz they loved to get gully
Summertime still had on black gloves and
The Lex 450 pulled up Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly would of him an old head
But he an OG remind me of and Bump real low key
Sounded like he didn't know about drama
For this shit many men do trauma
Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the ass
The bulletproof was rolled up on the S-Class
in DC he kept mad blocks in order
Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Rich
Sonny in for half a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his from constop
Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project
His man just got murked by Salene
Heard he got it in the range Bean popped one in his brain
Over some-thing took his watch and his
Country off the hook down there and Richmond main.
In the black 740 I sat, hat back
Bow down baby singing my wrist blinging What!
I'm waiting on this Wise we lost for two pies
Son he that shit I can see it in his eyes
up wise emotions closed
Most round looking for wisemen toast
Benny out the Esculade with a few thourough men from B-More
sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to Diesel
Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only more cream
First it was him and his now he got a team
Went 5 and a half grams to living the dream
pulled up Goddamn you know his format
Bentley is all marble in the and floor match
Got the gats out the box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez on Me"
Everybody he a boss he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up
That's in the blue ts stunting like he Nicky Barnes
He but he talk like he a Don
Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max cat
Kill a nigga remind me of Haitian Jack
I his style son I know his stelo, He on the d-low
He smile at mumbling fuck you in Creole
war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and send shots ya
Few tried to murk him, most them got fount
Some turnt away try to run in wheelchairs now
Banks hopped out bulletproof this, that
Bulletproof snorkel, hat
Got out a Black hummer he 90 on that
Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that go