Music: Kordhell（Mick Kenny）/DJ Paul/Sxmpra
Man, I heard that n***a died with his eyes open
I mean, he deserved that shit, bruh
Paul with the .45, shot that bitch up in his gut
Then I load the double-bar, hit him with a double buck
Bitch, I don't give a ****
Memphis, Tennessee, n***a, all we do is get bucked
Bro was on the scene, n***a, every time we riding
And you know we gotta handle that
Get that outta off your chest
N***a, we gon’ handle that
Memphis Murder Capital, Tennessee in 2024
It ain't nothin' to brag on
But that’s just how the story goes, story goes
I'm addicted to the mother****in' pain
Anything I really do, I'm just reminded all the same
Think I'll be gettin' away till I wind up layin' in my grave
There's somethin’ just so pretty about the silence I became
Get up off the mother****in’ skyline
Gonna find time to remind
I seen mine, every mother****in' repeat sins, repeat lines
Now I gotta get in my peace mind
The money, find the job, I never wanted to see signs
A big mind, never fold with a big mind
So cold, won’t fold, it won't be time
All black, drip down to the kicks
**** anybody, bitch, you ain't no shit
Homie told some stories in Blackhaven zone
Gangsta showed up to his own
Now that boy has gone
Mask off, a mask on
Nighttime or broad day
Killers on the real, a mother****er know all day, -all day, -all day
Killers on the real, a mother****er-