For niggas too sheist to fight, they'll just snipe ya' . Now the shit is explained. Three's for Alize niggas deceased and behind bars. My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses. Live amongst no roses, Only the drama.
Peoples are petro.
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank. I see dark streets, hustlin' brothas who keep the same rank. Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales. Word to Christ, the disciple of streets, trifle on beats, I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace. I hung around the older crews while they slinged smack to dingbats.