We ran him down we chased him I did it with a lot of pride// I had four niggas with me I chased him n his brother too// I let off some shots and smoked a leaf when we was done// nigga I go dumb like a homeless drop out my wrist all in the pot// diamonds hitting like I ain’t never shined I grabbed the switch n said everything’s fine// my nigga doing a quarter cuz somebody dropped a dime// My nigga a lot realer he seen a nigga and started drumming like a beat maker// we ain’t caught up to him yet but there’s a target in that boys head// don’t get killed in the field get out if your not trying// I’ll do a life sentence and start reminiscing Huh making records and running from the police// Real killa season my trunk hitting// diamonds glissening they couldn’t see the vision I’m stepping in new devinchi//