I listened to Quiet Storm today on the walk, it goes extra hard in the cold
Yo, the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke
A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you the same too?
Goin' through the emotions of gun holdin'
Long shotgun's down my pants leg, limpin'
Killa B, you still livin', even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven
I used to bust shots crazy, I couldn't even look
Because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D. Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death