[Intro:] Hook off [echoes] Yeah [Verse 1:] [Don Shae] Yo this is for the n***as That's k**in theyselves Put hits out on each other For the fame and the wealth Got portraits of black devils Reveal theyself That's so genocide sh** I seen it from before I seen it with my third eye That rap took a fall Yo my spirit got involved Souls were turned demon Women got infected And burned by the semen I seen them posted up Drunk on [?] On they forehead Was a mark that's no good Brothers act like taking life More than making life The lord had to take away Their hearing and sight Like come on man Hating on don Cause I shed light I just war with the mic I'd like to be more effective Brothers should respect it Forcing rap to get rejected [sirens and gunshot] [Verse 2:] [Cappadonna] Hey yo I'm still alive But you pro'b I dead yea I'm redline, sports bra on the red ‘vet I'm in the money race A honey race Is what you dummies chase Choppin chunks of [?] Up on my brother's plate Bookin stacks at a lovely pace Hustle on the boulevard Cause I trust in god When I hustle hard This rhyme time Tryna bubble like hot lard It's crime time And we [?] slime You poptart You rock hard Like [?] zero Layin berettas Stash boxes with [?] and cheddar My plan clever A damn terror Like al zackowi Like scarface Instead i'm blowing pounds in cali Like baseball I rush you know if you foul me Shell cases and numbers down Try to surround me Too much luck Can't pick it up with the bounty My head's above water But they tryna to drown me