[ Featuring Jeri Newton ]
I said, I really hope you get the message
Should've been here for the last session
Five years of heat in my past sessions
They pray that karma get me cause the law didn't
I don't even trip like I lost footing
I used to middle man my nigga fo' the law booked him
Shout out to the Merc and Brownsville, Brooklyn
Messiah in the Mecca, y'all just lost, shook ones
You shish kabobs, I'll cook up till I rest with the tulips
Speaking with no hiccups, I'm on they ass like some pull-ups
Niggas from the mud, they stepping out like the Ku Klux in all white
My niggas in off-white, me and God tight
Like mob wives, spaghetti and sauce right, nothing costs life
My goals come with them red flags and it's on sight
They ride for me like black pegs on a lost bike
I was once 21 in blackjack when I rolled dice
And I really hope you get the message, my nigga
You should've been here for the last session
Newton was spitting bars, adding pressure
