[Verse 1: Promics]
First I wanna say R.I.P. Mizchief, R.I.P. Aemilia, R.I.P. Kingpin, will love you and remember ya
You left a mark in the game your masterpieces live forever
I hope we meet one day and prolly k** this beat together
It ain't easy letting go I have to let you know If I had the means I would bring you back to life fo sho
Pack stadiums spittin' bars till the night is gone
And see the whole world holla back when you hit the flows
They just wanna, they just wanna hate now
No love for culture it's all 'bout cash now
Like they gettin' it, most of ya are broke n***as
High on that syrup guess that's why they got the wrong figures
I spit the truth till you swim in the facts
And I keep one 100 never 50 like the rest
Never easy with the raps
I got the C on my back
And I hope you keep on lookin' down on me from where you at
Rest in peace!! You inspired us to stand for what's real
If the print doesn't have it on the bond it's not a deal
Chill I'm not moved by your fancy talk
Trynna entice me with offers that's a lame approach
I'm not that kinda artist I'm the other kind of artist
I don't give the 6th letter, I just think am way better