[Intro | close-mic] ITZ HIM This ain't somebody I just met. His daughter call me unc. My mama make his plate without asking if he staying. His charger stayed plugged in by my couch damn near a year. That's how close. So when he passed my turn, setup wasn't the first thing that hit my head. Figured he forgot. Figured he had somewhere to swing first. Anything but that. [Verse 1] Let the first block go. That's him. He know where I'm going. Second block, I sat up. Third block, same dark Nissan still bending corners with us. Disappear when we turn, show right back up in the mirror. I told him ease up. Let it pass. He gave me that little laugh like I'm doing too much, but he ain't slow down. Now my hand going low. His voice barely came out. [Secondary voice | coded whisper] (Not yet.) [Lead] My hand froze. Not “don't.” Not “what you doing?” Not yet. I should've heard what that meant. I didn't. [Hook | blunt rap] One more block. I ain't question it. That's him. He know where I'm going. One more block. Then another. Anybody else, I'd already been gone. But that's him. One more block. But that's him. One more block. [Verse 2 | pressure rising] Green light. He stopped anyway. My body went forward with the brakes. His went down. Then the whole right side came through me. Glass first. Sound after. One round tore through where my head had been. Another punched the dash and filled my mouth with dust. Belt locked across my neck. Their car against my door. Couldn't go right. He underneath the wheel, not reaching for me, not saying shit. I pulled one arm loose, went across his back, came out his side half falling. One came around the hood. I fired. He disappeared behind it. Another one leaned out from that Nissan. I fired till the car moved. Tires hit the curb. Engine climbed. They got gone. I dropped behind the back tire, spit glass, ran both hands down my shirt looking for wet. Mouth bleeding. Right ear gone. Two fingers wouldn't close. Still here. Still up. [Instrumental gap] He stayed down till their lights disappeared. Then came up fast. No blood on him. Didn't check me. Didn't ask. Looked the way they went, then ran. Same way they went. [Verse 3 | low narrow beat] I kept changing the reason in my head. Scared. Maybe hit. Going for cover. Saw somebody I couldn't see. Anything. I needed anything that wasn't what it looked like. So I went after him. One hand on my side, other one still holding mine, looking behind me every few steps. He never turned around. I yelled once. Nothing. Next block, that Nissan touched its brakes. Back door opened before he reached it. He didn't stop. Didn't raise his hands. Didn't check who was inside. Just got in. Nobody grabbed him. Nobody aimed at him. Nobody looked surprised. Same car that just tried to leave me there. Door shut. They took the red. [Hook 2 | heavier, fractured] One more block. I ain't question it. That's him. He knew where he was taking me. One more block. Then another. Anybody else, I'd already been gone. But that's him. That was him. But that's him. That was him. One more block. [Bridge | drums removed] First thought wasn't revenge. It was my mama. He still know the garage code. Four numbers. I'm standing there with blood in my teeth trying to remember if she changed those four numbers. Then his daughter. Still gonna call me unc. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? Then that charger by my couch. Stupid shit. That's where my head went. Her garage. His little girl. That charger. His little girl. That charger. Everywhere except why. Couldn't get to why. [Outro | distant memory distortion] (Not yet.) [Lead | nearly a cappella] I heard it different that time. Green light. He stopped. I started to say go. He was already under the wheel. He didn't duck fast. He ducked early. I ain't heard the first shot yet. [Hard cut]
