Biting Down getting lockjaw
Chilling in the back with a blade throw the lights off
Cut and dry wonder why it swung open like a butterfly
Knife testify had to cover their eyes
Cut the check done then the jewelry/jury hung
It's just a couple laps to the God in a marathon
Wuzee Corleone hit the phone if it's not tapped
It's in the Fade to Black my n**** sip cognac
Big Smoke big Folk love to kiss hoes
Pillow talking on the God should have kept his lips closed
Dirt nap let it burst like the worst rap
Sure fact you know God with your church ass
Facts look around it was none left
Sun since a dumb kid still take a bitch breath
Or lunch money
Nah you dont even gotta run from me
Big dummy