Every track I'm adding bodies to the bodied pile, Instrumentals and the Mary Jane to calm him down
Niggas talking I can't hear em not a f*ckin sound, In my town a lot of violence we come up around
Niggas beef in they don't even know the origin, Ain't no logic what they Ridin for or against
They just wanna make them shells fly to tear a limb, Fallen angels see the horns pokin from the brim
This for us that numb to pain cause it's all we know, Ain't expecting us to blossom from a concrete rose
I seen child hood teammates that grew into foes, seen the best of friends collide off the strength of hoes
Seen the top of class wit a powdered nose, Starving garden wit no water how'd the flower grow
Mama stick by her son that's the mother code, While he plotting wit his Patna for the mother load
Ain't no where to hide pick a battle post, And with my sixth sense I seen a lot of ghost
Here then disappear they like va ma no's, Outside lookin that's just how the story goes
Whole story never asked so it's never told, All I was given is my soul so I never sold
Lyin on they homie grave but they never rode, You not involved stay out the way that's what you better Know