[Verse]

Gotta call from my homie, he got a proposition

I know he put in work and he just got a new position

See, he move Oxy and obviously need someone to split the profit with

So seems like I'd be the one to get it

He upgraded to moving white girl, now he moving Chickens

Oxy still coming by the zip, he need someone to flip it

Now I'm hesitant, but my mind still tell me that I'm tripping

Femdelacreme still need mixing, and prom getting expensive

So I say "What's the catch?". He says "No, catch. Man you my nigga

All I gotta know is one-hundred percent that you'll be with it. Once I get my shipments

Give you half and I need you to flip it

Just meet at the park in Evanston, right up off Simpson

Make sure you move in silence, and nobody know your business

Keep everything up north, so it's no way you can get caught slipping."

He said he want thirty percent of everything that I'm getting

I know that kinda sound like a lot

But his zips always contain 1,000 pills and they all go for like five dollars a pop

Now I'm getting 3500 like every bag

I get a bag every two weeks, my nigga you do the math

Everything is going smooth, man I swear it's no more stressing

Delacreme sounding impressive, Just spent $500 on my prom, man I'm flexing

I just copped some new kicks, even fixed up my old whip

Man I had that old Camry walking around looking sexy

I'm consistently getting new gear, from moving to my new peers

From Lincoln Park, all the way up to New Trier

I just graduated, at graduation I spoke

That was around the same time I had graduated to coke

Would tell my mom I would go to the open mic

But I'd really just just go to my homie home once a week to whip up the stove

Once I felt comfortable really (really) whipping the yolk

He'd a front me a half to sale for the white kids for the low

But on the third day some niggas raided his home

Shot my nigga in his chest and again right up in his dome

Then hit me up in my neck I never had made it home

I could only just imagine my mom when she grabbed that phone

When she just heard the news that her youngest son was gone

First Tun had came in then, my sister had came home

"Rest in Peace Dilla" T-Shirts and memorials at my home

But none this never happened, I never answered the phone. Damn

[Chorus] x3

I could of sold dope nigga, but I'd rather slang this hope nigga, King Dilla

I could of sold coke nigga, but I'd rather slang this hope nigga, King Dilla

They want to lock me down, lock me down, they want to lock me down x2