[Verse 1: Promics]

First I wanna say R.I.P. Mizchief, R.I.P. Aemilia, R.I.P. Kingpin, will love you and remember ya

You left a mark in the game your masterpieces live forever

I hope we meet one day and prolly kill this beat together

It ain't easy letting go I have to let you know If I had the means I would bring you back to life fo sho

Pack stadiums spittin' bars till the night is gone

And see the whole world holla back when you hit the flows

They just wanna, they just wanna hate now

No love for culture it's all 'bout cash now

Like they gettin' it, most of ya are broke niggas

High on that syrup guess that's why they got the wrong figures

I spit the truth till you swim in the facts

And I keep one 100 never 50 like the rest

Never easy with the raps

I got the C on my back

And I hope you keep on lookin' down on me from where you at

Rest in peace!! You inspired us to stand for what's real

If the print doesn't have it on the bond it's not a deal

Chill I'm not moved by your fancy talk

Trynna entice me with offers that's a lame approach

I'm not that kinda artist I'm the other kind of artist

I don't give the 6th letter, I just think am way better