Philmore Greene Verse:

I used to play the block
Thinking if I ever would make it
Life in the streets
You’ll be second to satan
Niggas is hating
Trying to turn that crack into bacon
You getting money
You’re in a state of elation
Thoughts racing
My brother Los he used to speak with a tone
Like I gotta get it
Avirex, Maurice Malone, Havana Joe boots
Blue suede and peanut butter snow proof
3 g’s in 3 days at 18 that’s dumb loot
He used to chop it and bag it
Then hit the traffic
Gripping the plastic
Cause niggas had poked him
He wasn’t having it
Them niggas pulled it again
He sent some fire back
But he had letters from college you can’t deny that
Number 2 at St. Mel
He played shortstop
Double life
He used idolize Derek Jeter
Was set to meet up one day around 8 o’clock
He never made it offer letters in his mailbox

Since9ine6ix Verse:

I’m tracking verses in reverse
A wrap
Referring to the hearse
Fill a casket up with ashes
Bring it backwards from the dirt
Saw a body
Had to catch it
Fore it’s back to feeling hurt
His mom and dad gone feel it first
Shit gone get bad fore it get worst
This gift of gab gone lift the curse and raise the dead
Life I’m talking to a ghost
I listen close to what he said
Told me we can hit the streets hard
Set this thing on fire
Drove me crazy
Driver seat
Streetcar named desire
Prior
Moving at God speed
Choir singing along
Tighter squeeze on the car key
Tires screech to halt
Life in a blink
Foreseen
I ain’t think what I thought
Just strike of some lightening
More rain
I ain’t think you’d get caught
Off guard
Can’t hide the pain
Hydroplaned out your lane
When I got the call
I dropped the phone because I thought you were home
Should’ve dropped you off
Now that you’re gone
I’m forced to live in the past
Forbid I crash
Memory lane
Drifting
Furious and the fast
Steve O

Neak Verse:

100,000 frenemies / stable child / that's a fantasy
Parents, rolling stones so brotherhood modeled Vanity alive, no
Currency slipping papa's a wino on the low momma blind doe only cause he her slave so....
A couple daddy's some siblings watch the fireworks
Fought em on street shit Tookie turf hunger pains
No solution but a Bible verse
Scripture painted pressure prevailing pushing to find what works and we don't know it The youngest they hate me hate what they father left...
No spiritual guidance leadership Imhotep / ....
The hatred subconscious a phone call a stretch to check on blood, I
Diminishing love I,
Can feel it in a visit the feelings is gone
I see my Sade and I see her the bitterness roam
The realist feelings is I wish she was on her way home
Last days go to black like it's Victor Damone, let's bring it back....