AUNT GINA

Yo, my approach is for inheritance.

Taught to make a somersault, Jordan Childs decadent. Cash out and spend it background, I can Ferris it.

For when my days off was with a Sloane like Kettering. Hold up, shit got outta hand already.

At bar four it's footprints in the sand already.

Like walk with me, I'm God's tear-stamped already.

Like the seven sketched in the brick while Mello handing out hezzy's. Okay, I'm Black Dante meets Jungle's older brother, meets Vonte.

Pull up and ghostwrite you a parlay, or it sound like a Fulton Street-raised Andre.

The style got something to say 'til they kick me off stage.

Slide it where the top be, but rep for the nomads. Four corner box me, high fourth rope that.

From the era of box Jeeps and just say no ads.

Brownstones like the Cosby's that turned into dope pads. So it's dedicated to five mics and five prayers.

Dedicated to all my niggas doing state and fed bids.

Dedicated to putting plaques on my mother wall.

Dedicated to the box on the Glock as it spray shit.

Dedicated to Black Panthers and gold ropes.

Dedicated to my brick movers who ain't 'bout to break shit.

-Dedicated to catalogs that's bulletproof. -Dedicated to our genus still bagging neck.

Catch me on the rec yard posing with a weapon.

Catch you with the cartel, we was playing Tetris. Balcony, ward doors, Rome's eating breakfast.

Got his brains blew out for talking reckless.

Ooh, them pretty light skin niggas with the freckles. . 38 special on me, mindset on special.

Kissed the triple beam, told the bitch I can't let go. Can't bring my niggas 'round, yo, my niggas klepto.

Chi nigga for the dollar, dollar worth a clef though.

The Salvatore Savitar, suit eating pesto. LV pumps from level four with the velcro.

'Ronde had six-four Diamond torque, hell no. I was coming out the Chrome store on Melrose. East Side

Buffalo, nigga, it's the Elmo. Feel like Jam Master Jay in the shell toe.

My nigga with the drought, fuck around and got railroad.

-Dedicated to five mics and five prayers.

-Dedicated to all my niggas doing state and -fed bids.

-Dedicated to putting plaques on my mother -wall.

-Dedicated to the box on the Glock as it -spray shit.

-Dedicated to Black Panthers and gold -ropes.

-Dedicated to my brick movers who ain't -'bout to break shit. -Dedicated to catalogs that's bulletproof.

Dedicated to our genus still bagging neck.

Rest in peace Sean P.

Prodigy.

X, Doom, rest in peace.

See, I know niggas can't fuck with me. That's why I talk my shit, nigga.

Super Fly god, nigga. It's a lot of bum ass niggas, man.

Give a fuck about none of these. . . Niggas been copying my shit for a decade, nigga.

See, I don't care enough about this shit to even give a fuck, though.

Fuck these niggas, Lord.

See, I get mine just knowing niggas know they can't fuck with me.

See, y'all niggas don't think these niggas. . .

See, y'all niggas think these niggas is something that they ain't. Mm-mm. No. I ain't never walked in the room in my fucking life and

I ain't-- I wasn't that nigga. Let me just say that.

Just picture any fucking nigga in the fucking world, nigga, in the same room with me. I know for a fact that nigga can't fuck with me.

Ah!