(Verse) Block boy since a jit, hollow tips 'fore I quit Lil' bro caught a body, now he movin' like a misfit Lamb truck with the switch, hit the gas, watch 'em split Opp block on my phone, but they ain't step off the app yet I got demons in my past, PTSD in my laugh See the smiles, but the pain's in the autograph Posted down on 79th, where the reapers draft Lost a hunnid plus a score, I can't even do the math Vacants on the strip, hollow shells by the stash Cops kickin' in the door, but they missin' half the cash Bro said "keep your head down" — put that on my last Two years since he died, I still reply to his tags This for Lamron, 600, O'Block, and the rest Where the funeral suits fresh, and the street cred's a test I ain't writin' for the fame, I'm just bleedin' on the desk Every lyric from the mud, every hook from the flesh ---
