The Guy That Plans It

It's powerful shit right there

My n*gga

I rather be revered than feared

Surveillance tapes gets shown, a shot, shell slid under his bed

Beef was weird, everybody standing right there

His Nana looked, lost her balance and yelled to the queer

By the end of eleven rounds got aired, me and my n*gga got pound happy

This is just a statement so here

Prince under the tents laughing, he room, born took his phone, Elmo took off

Right then it was on, yeah we ain't care, drag him by the side of the stairs

Took his cross, slapped out three his veneers

He had a watch on, that shit was Pierre's

He died in '89 from an overdose, he jumped off the tier

Mindy from Wendy's was there

Tears in his face, why y'all do 'em?

Yo you know that I know him bro

You got the wrong n*gga, be clear

Now it gon' be a big war

Pig broke his jaw, Rae here

How much he had on him?

250 on him, Blicky on him, L, some sticky on him

Some Fenty glasses on his ear

He should've ran

Frontin' next to Blunt and Blanch

Stuntin' like he's something

Now he cancelled