The Guy That Plans It

It's powerful shit right there
My n—
I'd rather be revered than feared
Surveillance tapes get shown, I shot him, shells slid under his bed
Beef was weird, everybody standing right there
His nana looked, lost her balance and yelled to the queer
By the end of eleven, rounds got aired
Me and my n— got pound happy, this is just a statement, so here
Prince under the tents laughing, he wrong, Bone took his phone
Elmo took off, right then it was on, yeah
We ain't care, dragged him by the side of the stairs
Took his cross, slapped out three of his veneers
He had a watch on, that shit was Pierre's
He died in '89 from an overdose, he jumped off the tier
(Mindys from Wendy's was there)
Tears in his face, why y'all do 'em?, Yo, you know that I knew him, bro
You got the wrong n—, be clear
Now it's gon' be a big war, pig broke his jaw, Rae here
(How much he had on him?)
250 on him, blicky on him, L, some sticky on him
Some Fendi glasses on his ear
(He should've ran)
Frontin' next to Blunt and Blanch
Stunting like he's something, now he cancelled