[Verse 1: Fred The Godson]

Reporting from the corner crevices

Where work for the coroner's effortless

He snitch, he a tattletale

Black ink put his name on his little brother's arm, every tat a tale

I had a MAC, he had a gat as well

He was sellin' crack so from the back I blew his back on the back of his cell

Circle back, put it back on the shelf

Bring somethin' bigger back that look like the back of an elf

He was hostile in his feelings

Gun in his mouth, the Nas all in his feeling

TBM, my gang gon' ride when they see you

Shot a bang over your eye just like Aaliyah

38, I need a breather

Still clean the lip on the rim with a breather

I know where his mom stay, he gon' grieve her

In the trees is where I leave her, you know



[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]

Ayy yo, you niggas rap about pistols and work

When really you broke and your pistol don't work

How you talk about lockin' down strips on the first?

When, nigga, you watch the kids when your bitch go to work?

I spent a grip on a purse, see my bitch know her worth

All she do is clean up, suck dick, go to church

'Fore I bust open a brick, I stare at it first

And just think how the meek shall inherit the earth

Play with me, you'll be buried somewhere under earth

Your grave ain't dug yet, they preparing the dirt

My man, he sold coke while his parents would work

His pops heard through the grapevine like Gerald Levert

I done shipped buckets of kush, barrels of purp

To addresses all across America's turf

You know Erica, but you don't know Erica's worth

She got pulled with the motherload and ain't dare let 'em search

See you gotta be very alert

When you're carryin' another person's load like a surrogate birth

You can sit down with me, preparin' the work

At the table with two spoons like we sharin' desert, trust