Breeze

[Verse] God, the original black man Sean, the criminal gat, blam Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut P etiquette of speech leave speech impediment Your bars delicate Gentle cycle,, nobody don't like you Politely the knife strike you Scarred in the yard That's what the God kites do Beat box is spittin' Keep shot, P pop, you keep locked in friction I let Bernadette punch you Without a concern cause you heard what the vet gun do Burner to your face Ruck is crazy Murder was the case that they gave P You was never hot Assassinate your dream to a King and Coretta Scott