Aiyo its gravy these fools acting to lady see the michaelangelo
Guns flows attracting murals painted ya own funeral criminals
Taxes black wall street back at this told yall im too crisp
Suckas dressed casket sharp but wont see the clips in the dark
I spark like joints django hard to untangle the lango feel me
Flow set like a bomb to blow cops show no bodies to go
To the coroner yo you'll probably be a foreigner I'm scoring ya
Tallies over the dead it's like a script from what Moses said
Burning the bush chilling in the land of Kush feeling like Black Bush
Art of war learner graze a burner descendant of Nat Turner
Lot of folks saying they wanna die but scared to see the fry
Heaven ain't easy but hell is easy if ya feeling the prophecy
Scorned my legacy and probably I'll be somewhere sitting in a chair
Roman chains across the brain Caesar gains corporate fame
See my names in the books on the walls of the unnamed same
Theme different tunes ****** knocked out like James Tooney
And if you doubting me please believe I'll show ya the toolie???