Jean’s saggin, boxer showin

Got hoodie ‘n’ some white tee’s one

Wit ya grill in nice

And that glass in ya ear

Hat still to da side

Stunna shades slidin’ down ya face

I watched you,

My brother

Creep back in our mothers house

Just before the crack of dawn

And I asked

bought to go back out?

“You know we only grind at night”

But yall die in the sunlight

And yall die in the moonlight

without a fight

Just the pop! of a gun

Now mother’s lost her son