Heres the situation: Larce got shot, now he facin heaven or hell
But he living to tell who fucking did it, I got my crimey down wit it
Just a grimy as me, slimy as me, check it
I got a long list of names and addresses
Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses
She gon be the first one to ride in a Hearse son
Worse come to worse Ill kill his sister, Ill know hell miss her
They just a family, other half of me, them niggas scared of me
I hope they prepared to be shot at, hit up with baseball bats
Thrown in the back of the Ac with a trunk full of rats
Drive to Brooklyn and back, take him to the pier 
Way up in the back where the bums sleep at
Look him in the eye, You wanna die, dont ya?
If you could change everything you did, you would, wont ya?
But you cant, cause my brother cant breathe
Watching him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave
All I wanna do is kill your crew
Your grand moms might get wet on the church-house steps
The beef is set, whatever, show you the meaning of pressure
Killing faggot niggas like yall for pleasure 
You cant measure, the pain thats inside - homicide
You can run but you cant hide
When the Benz with the tints in front of your residence
Everybody on the stoop getting bent
White Chalk
This nigga Blake told me to be calm and breathe slowly
You know me, I flip, niggas was tryna hold me
Called the hospital lobby, the doctor said hell probably
Die, G, arms taped up with IVs
Heard he got blast and the shit surprised me
Larceny on his back, that some shit I cant see
But I can see me putting putting you on T.V
Yyou and your crew, Channel 22 news
Walkin with cement shoes, stepping on seashells
In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon tell?
Who the fuck you gon see that can outlast me?
Outlast me, staminas nasty
Call erase on Trife, well Blake call me Snake
How you gonna act when you hear these .9s break?
Car doors closing, trench coats open
Tommy gun start smoking
Leave you on a cold street, chokin
On your own blood, fuck the joking, I aint kidding
MAC spitting, niggas gettin hit, backflippin wounded
Tryna plea, breaking off full speed
Jumping over gates, screaming, Vec, it wasnt me
I see the fear as I stare through these Cartier lenses
You 10 yards ahead jumping fences
Breathing mad hard, begging God for forgiveness
But he aint hearing you, so Ima end this, fatality, finished
Death is calling, Ruger hit you 5 times while you was falling
White chalk started drawing