This is dedicated
To the memoir of my niggas, them
Most of them victimized because the daily grind
Crackers be bamming and sending them
Down to the county
Face down on the pavement
Blackland, Carol City
My visual it's the same shit
Still the same little niggas going to the candy lady
25 for that frozen cup
Crackers be thinking they trapping
Just post in the Charger until they are ready to jump
Jump out the jumper, no pulling your gun out
You better be sprinting the other way
Throw out the fire, get caught by the nine
Run through alley ways all in Cherry Bay
It's real in the field, either kill or be killed
Like BG so they got a grip on the tec
Took my nigga, Chynaman, took my nigga, PJ
And Trayvon, hot damn, who next on a white tee?
Born and raised on the Zone 3
Blackland right by the 199
Pull out the stick if you 'bout that life
Seen niggas from the Four be toting that iron
Run down, catch a nigga by sundown
Or downtown when he think the shit is serene
Got that boy when they shot that boy
Then they put him in the trash when they slide by the Beanz
Swerve, soon as I peel off the curve
Burn the evidence then a nigga hide
Take 27? Nah nigga, fuck that
Let's take that chance on the I-95
Bumping that sickest shit with the vomit spit
And a 666 with a twist and twirl
If you survive homicide drive-by
They'll leave you with nubs like the Powerpuff Girls
I get so high, stay so high
Until I see the face of God
Welcome to South Florida
Let that AK rip on the whole damn squad
Bitch