[Verse 1: AG Da Coroner]
Balboa fighting in the last round, tap glove
Sudden d**h, over time sh**, no coming back cuz
Sniffing on the powdered dust, eyes wide, make sure
Your shoes tied, we're running from the reaper in a homicide
Street's Disciple, legendary Nas sh**
Chopper down, move quick hop out the co*kpit
Snakes on the plane, hold guns, they on some cop sh**
Too late to make friends, son is obnoxious
Respect taken if n***as don't wanna give it
I close my ears to stories if you ain't live it
Half these n***as in the game cast reflections
Of Pinocchio, halfway thugs 'til we address 'em though
The weak shall perish when walking amongst the realness
I wrote this straight from the heart, so you should feel this
Lie detectors on Maury couldn't reveal this
[Verse 2]
Who's the father? Many of us busted off
Hot dogs in her face, she wiped the mustard off
LES for a leather, the sh** was bu*ter soft
Dome in the stadium, quit because she love to boss
I'm an outdoor speech giver, the podium k**er
Nobody realer but God and that's my n***a
I walk with angels and toast with demons
Two sides to the Gemini mind for different reasons
I was born in the middle when nature was switching seasons
Bang, zoom to the moon, you chilling with Jackie Gleeson