Con—

Got shit sizzlin' (Conductor)

Made reality out of all this shit I been picturin'

Hit the pitch way out of the park, I'm Ken Griffey

Been havin' my way with it, you're way finished

Now you niggas just in the way

and we on somethin' that's way different

I swear, to see it the way I see it, it takes vision

Long as I'm alive, I know plenty ways to make a killin'

We stay winnin', puttin' belt to ass

Conductor

CO, you can suck my dick (Con—)

You better send my money, man, commissary's on Thursday

Yo, Malik with the scar on his cheek

Got cut upstate in like '08 for talkin' crazy on the gate

Now he home playin' with weight

He got cake, pushin' a 7 with PA plates

Nice place in Jamaica Estates, he stay with wifey

Keep it low when you livin' thе life of the sheisty

Hе ain't low, he everywhere icy, clubbin' nightly

In no time, they gon' line him up nicely

Jealous guys plottin' to take you out this genocide

Niggas shapeshift, got two sides like a Gemini

Plottin' on your gems, tryna snatch 'em outta that BM

Put it on a ship and sell it to the Africans

All week, he traffickin', in the club, he back again

Didn't see it comin'

they caught 'em while he was backin' in

Hopped out the whip, all he saw was a chrome magnum

Same nigga that cut him same nigga that gun-butt him

In his mind he said, "Fuck it, they ain't gettin' nothin'"

He tried to snuff 'em, all he saw was the spark

Two shots tore his world apart, another broken heart

He laid there thinkin' 'bout his son in daycare

Caught up in the game that niggas'll never play fair

Probably should've just gave up the chain

Long story short, Malik survived, but'll never walk again

Fucked up, 'cause I know the nigga that did it

He sent me a couple beats, we did a song I never finished

Died in a car crash with his sister on Thanksgiving

Karma's a bitch, don't ever lack and think different

She'll always come back and give you a real ass-whippin'

Praise the Lord everybody