He's too advanced for his own good
He didn't get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood//

Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game
He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain//

Nothin's changed in a city flask
Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever
Until the job is done and no one's left//

My man Jokah told me with his very last breath
To watch moms
But they got her with the car bomb//

Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm//

Straight to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, ALWAYS makin my mark//

You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch whether I say it or not//