text: Heres the situation
  Larce got shot now he facin
  Heaven or Hell but he livin to tell
  Who fuckin did it
  I got my crimie down with it
  Just as grimy as me, slimy as me
  Check it
  I got a long list of names and addresses
  Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses
  She gon be the first one to ride in a Hearse, son
  Worse come to worst Ill kill his sister
  I know hell miss her
  They dissed the family, other half of me
  Them niggas scared of me, I hope they prepared to be
  Shot at, hit up with baseball bats
  Thrown in the back of the Ac with a trunk full of rats
  Drive to Brooklyn, the back, take him to the pier 
  Way up in the back where the bums sleep at
  Look him in the eye You wanna die, dont ya?
  If you could change everything you did ya would, wont ya?
  But you cant cause my brother cant breathe
  Watchin him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave
  All I wanna do is kill your crew
  Your grandmoms might get wet on the church house steps
  The beef is set
  Whatever
  Show you the meaning of pressure
  Killing faggot niggas like yall for pleasure
  You cant measure
  The pain thats inside
  Homicide
  You can run but you cant hide
  When the Benz with the tints in front of your residence
  Everybody on the stoop gettin bent
  White Chalk-
  The nigga Blake told me
  To be calm & breath slowly
  Ya know me, I flip
  Niggas was tryna hold me
  Called the hospital lobby
  The doctor said he proly
  Die, G
  Arms taped-up with IVs
  Heard he got blast an that shit surprised me
  Larceny on his back - thats some shit I cant see
  But I can see me puttin you on TV
  You and your crew
  Channel 22 News, walkin with some mans suit
  With a 
  In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon tell?
  Who tha fuck you gon see that can outclass me?
  Outlast me, staminas nasty
  Call Rayshawns viper, Blake can call me a snake
  How ya gonna act when you hear these .9s break?
  Car doors close, trench coats open
  Tommy guns start smokin
  Leave you on a cold street chokin
  On your own blood
  Fuck the jokin
  I aint kiddin
  Mac spittin
  Niggas gettin hit back flippin
  Wounded tryna flee, breakin off full speed
  Jumpin over gates screamin Fess it wasnt me
  I see
  The fear as I stare through the Cardier lenses
  You ten yards ahead jumpin fences
  Breathin mad hard beggin God for forgiveness
  But he aint hearin you
  So Ima end this
  Fatality
  Finished
  Death is callin
  Who can hit you five times while you was callin
  White chalk started-