text: Heres the situation: Larce got shot, now he facin heaven or hell
  But he living to tell who fucking did it, I got my crimey down wit it
  Just a 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 worse Ill kill his sister, Ill know hell miss her
  They just a 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 and 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, you would, wont ya?
  But you cant, cause my brother cant breathe
  Watching him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave
  All I wanna do is kill your crew
  Your grand moms 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 getting bent
  White Chalk
  This nigga Blake told me to be calm and breathe slowly
  You know me, I flip, niggas was tryna hold me
  Called the hospital lobby, the doctor said hell probably
  Die, G, arms taped up with IVs
  Heard he got blast and the shit surprised me
  Larceny on his back, that some shit I cant see
  But I can see me putting putting you on T.V
  Yyou and your crew, Channel 22 news
  Walkin with cement shoes, stepping on seashells
  In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon tell?
  Who the fuck you gon see that can outlast me?
  Outlast me, staminas nasty
  Call erase on Trife, well Blake call me Snake
  How you gonna act when you hear these .9s break?
  Car doors closing, trench coats open
  Tommy gun start smoking
  Leave you on a cold street, chokin
  On your own blood, fuck the joking, I aint kidding
  MAC spitting, niggas gettin hit, backflippin wounded
  Tryna plea, breaking off full speed
  Jumping over gates, screaming, Vec, it wasnt me
  I see the fear as I stare through these Cartier lenses
  You 10 yards ahead jumping fences
  Breathing mad hard, begging God for forgiveness
  But he aint hearing you, so Ima end this, fatality, finished
  Death is calling, Ruger hit you 5 times while you was falling
  White chalk started drawing