Final Project

My verse for our final project at the Tank:

Damn I’m mad you killed my pops that way,
Pouring POISON in his ear, you couldn’t even say
Sorry brother, this throne, I want this
Far from loving but damn at least you’re honest

More hate then love and now he’s with the man above
Telling people fables, should told the one bout Cain and Abel
How you’re a dirty scheming no good piece of it
How you’re parked on the throne where he deserves to sit

Now you’re here trynna play the innocent role
You crossed me, but this bridge right here has a toll
I know you can’t believe I know this and imam stop ya
Don't be mad about my steelo, I got it from my poppa

You shoulda known while you were screwing my mom
I had you right in my palm, on the brink of dropping this crazy bomb
You’re probably curious as to how shit got so hectic
But don’t worry uncle Imma get you when you least expect it