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Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like
Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that me
He the type you shoot dice with and win dog
Unless you want to get your ass out in gilmore
Yes we soldiers, me Troy and E-Bags
When they came through they like 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey niggaz loved to get gully
Summertime still had on black gloves and
The Lex 450 up that's Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly would of him an old head
But he an OG remind me of Chaz and Bump low key
Sounded like he didn't nothing about drama
For this shit many men do trauma
Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the ass
The bulletproof glass was rolled up on the
in DC he kept mad blocks in order
Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Rich
Sonny came in for a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his block constop
Pop up in the CL5 his project changed
His man just got fucking murked by
Heard he got it in the range nigga Bean one in his brain
Over some-thing took his watch and his
boys off the hook down there and Richmond main.
In the black 740 I sat, hat turned
Bow down baby singing my wrist blinging What!
I'm waiting on this Wise we lost for two pies
Son he smokin that I can see it in his eyes
up wise emotions closed
Most round looking for wisemen toast
Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men from
They sellin in Maryland reverse back to Diesel
Killed like 4 his popularity grew that only meant more cream
it was him and his brother now he got a team
Went from 5 and a half grams to living the
City pulled up Goddamn you know his
is all marble in the door and floor match
Got the gats out the stash box popped 2
Peace "All Eyez on Me"
know he a boss he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up
Dime in the blue ts stunting like he Nicky Barnes
He but he talk like he a Don
Homes out the Jag that's Max haitian cat
Kill a quick remind me of Haitian Jack
I peep his style son I his stelo, He on the d-low
He smile at niggaz mumbling fuck you in
war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and shots through ya
Few niggaz tried to murk him, most got fount
Some turnt away try to run in wheelchairs now
Banks hopped out bulletproof this, that
Bulletproof snorkel, hat
Got out a hummer he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad shit like he gonna that lets go