Based On True Events, Pt. 2

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(Chapter one)

Fresh cut, lined up, his hair clean, it's not a fair game

Can't trust how they move, and his solitaire chain

His bust down Cuban with the new 'Rari truck

Cuts down the music, he got a call that was confusin'

Heard this kid said

In front of that dude somethin' that never happened

Somethin' being perceived like it's beef, but it's street gossip

It's nothin', ain't bout no cash and hung up the phone

He can tell by the sound of his tone

Next time he see him, it might have to be on

Four Seasons with the heaters

He pull in the valet, he playin' Jackson 5 Maria

Pouring good burgundy, drinking wine by the liter

Million dollar ideas, son a thinker

But he surrounded by negative peers

Minds of seventh graders

Several haters, several losses

Had to get his weight up

"Happy belated gorgeous", he sent a text to his ex

Her tattooed chest where her necklace rest, she covered his name

Thinkin' to himself no other girl could love him the same

She replied, "we still celebrating, come out to Spain"

He jumped right on the plane

He had bright orange leather luggage

When he arrived at the world's oldest restaurant since 1725

Madrid was live

Looking in this woman's eyes

Looking where his name used to be now covered with butterflies

Had a few Spanish connects from touching pies

Just to summarize, he knew a couple guys who had a couple ties

To make a shipment touch down safe

Secured the situation, told shorty, "I'm out, bae"

End of Chapter one

Chapter two

Nigga plottin' on the plane, crunchin' the numbers

Thinkin' how this move gonna help him fuck up the summer

Told his dog who to meet and what he pickin' up from him

Dog said, "We solid, I got you, nigga, we bubblin'"

Since Jamella out in Queens used to have him livin' lovely

She sat down and didn't sing

She got out, he had her comfy

Thinkin' bout coppin' that fly estate with five acres

Three hours from JFK, watch the Knicks vs. the Lakers

When the game was over, he dozed off

When he landed, his man wouldn't answer his phone calls

Did he take it or is he locked behind a stone wall?

Did the Feds wait in undercover patrol cars?

Tried to tell himself not to panic, don't go so far

But what's the law of averages when you done broke laws?

He had to do the math on this, he can't take no loss

Keepin' his poise, at the end of the day

He know that he can trust in his boys

Chapter three

Baggage claim, hurry the fuck up

Askin' TSA, "Is that conveyor belt stuck or what? What's the delay?"

Satan's work, hopin' the devil don't fuck up his day

He had to factor in the facts when it came to the play

He remembered his face last time he was loadin' the safe

Heard him say, "You ain't the only rich nigga who in this place"

Fuck tryna relax, he had to pull up everywhere that this nigga be at

Said, "It ain't like my nigga, know he ain't dip with the stash"

Hold on, I'm almost at the climax

Shots ring out, sounding like some loud hi-hats

His dog got popped at the place of the transaction

Dudes from Spain set him up, straight flattened

On Flatbush Avenue, into a restaurant in the back room

They took the money and drugs and shot him in his half moon

Doing my homework on IG, under his last picture says, "R.I.P."