Tax Free

Peace Beloved

Peace

Fuck around with Free and grow the beard back

It's my word

Yo

All l wanted was the Presidential

The ice bezel

Pretty little light skin bitch

That's so ghetto

Hood fame

Good name l stayed solid

And make sure we all gon eat

If l got it

I plotted

I jotted

iPod'ed

And studied all the Nasir Jones

And Sean Carter's

Then went harder

My Shahada was my debut

The door cracked

Got a foot in the game

Gotta watch my step

Other foot in the grave

If this n*ggas get a line on you

Drop a dime on you

Fucking with them alphabet boys

They got time for you

Crown Royal in a Crown Victorian

Drive with a license to kill

With Hill rolling up

Count em out

Then we fold up the hunids

And throw em on these bitches

While they holding in the stomach

We at the afties

Hoes is in the back seat

Ask how l like my money

I tell em tax free

And not a day late or dollar short

Fuck around and lose your life

Before a dollar lost

It's my word

I thought Jordan's and a gold chain

Was living it up

Now it's Jordan's in some floor seats

Lakers and Bucks

Flicks with Magic on the promenade

Showing my teeth

For days we was fed hope

Nothing to eat

Nothing to see

Just Black Men all in our grace

Doing miles in the morning

See it all in my face

Thinking plant based diet

Tried it

Miss fish

I know Kil pissed he missed this

Not to miss him is an exercise

I do it daily

Talk about him

I do it rarely

It still hurts been years since

Was called home

Mia got a baby

Life goes on

And look at me the bachelor

No more ring

I had to leave my Queen

To become King

Different night

A different slice

It's all pie

I had to go to war

To gain peace of mind