Free Yella for my homie Beezie
Free Cam thats for Rasta Babe
Free Dre for my homie Pose
Welcome home Pose welcome home Pro
RIP vic for da homie Russel
RIP warren for da homie Russel
RIP Pretty Rip Rob
RIP 'Mone thats for Travon
This is what ya music 'posed to feel like
Speak about something in Ya real life
All that bitein' off Atlanta got you real hype
I'm bumpin' 8BALLKAINE cuz it feels right
... this is just a poem
If I take the city I'ma really own it
...aint nobody writing for me
Not a diss i just gotta to clarify the moment
I aint mad i'm just disappointed
I aint on but you know i'm on it
I'ma give it to whoever want it
Prolly ghost write the eulogy for my first opponent
We gon' play ya music at the ceremony
G style kiss ya fam dappin' up ya homies
Spendin' time with ya girl cuz i know she lonely
Its ya anniversary Tony Tony Tony
This is what ya music posed to feel like
Speak about something in Ya real life
All that talkin' like you Gangsta got you real hype
Still bumpin' New Charlotte cause it feels right
Riding through a city full of bad intentions
Intuition 'lota niggaz hatein' i can feel the tension
I forgive it all but i won't forget it trippin' so
I shouldn't have this shotty when I'm in my feelings
...Father God who they kidding
How can i believe em when they never did it
Tarot card readings at a bible study
Star Child in my world there is not a limit
Devils in the detail i am so specific
Tell my family i'ma die for it never flippin'
Tell my rival when you KIN aint no competition
Everything still Green that's the 7IFE i'm 7iving
I got a daughter that I'll ride and ill kill for
I lost my Deddy that just make me wanna live more
If you never see Ya seed you a real hoe
If you keep em from they father girl you real slow
This what ya music pose to feel like
Speak about somethin' from ya real life
All that soundin' like you sounding got you real hype
I just play my own music cuz it feels right