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