[Darkim Be Allah]
Remember me, Wise and Meek, Iron Reek, we was all in the crew
My little niggas getting taller than you
I kept signing, but the deal kept falling through
The eats and the streets keep calling you, standing here watching the scene
Saw D's jumpin' outta the green
For a kid, six hollow's in his beam
The world turned, I calculated I can make millions
Standing right in front of these buildings, if I survive all the killing
The gangsters, the thugs and the villains, keep the blood spilling
Niggas see the judge or the graveyard on this block
Seeing here, they making a pit stop, I fantasize
About life in Hawaii, rhyme so the time past by me
My life is still grimey
Casually bop the stroll, like that old school
Who rocked and rolled for the fortune and the fame too
Look at all the shit that I done came through
Little niggas carrying my name, a few years in the game
Seen death, still struggle with the pain
Damn, another black main slain, automatics to the brain
And locked down with the shackles and the chain

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[Darkim Be Allah]
I know ya'll niggas heard the rumors
Besides how I serve my consumers, that's right, I caught beef
Talk shit, I'mma handle it shortly
I could feel the eyes when they haunt me
Stinking of fear, talk low, when they thinking I'm near
Get hype when the coast is clear
Real niggas don't front, just to make it appear
Couple years done passed, but I still see the Gods when I look in the glass
From what I heard, it was over in a flash
And exiled, hit 'em from the back like a reptile
Shit stay wild like the West Nile
Lotta niggas minding my business
But I don't talk, drama with bitches
See the cook spent time in the kitchen
Cuz the beef's on, niggas in the streets singing the same ol' song
God heard it in the jail, hollered at me on the horn
Yeah God, these niggas talking like, kill it calm
Slay down, layed down, gorilla pawn
Other than that, I been building
Got the same math, from when we was children
Lay back, blowing smoke with the ceiling
I struggle but a nigga can't stop, so I'm fighting the feeling

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[Darkim Be Allah]
I rhyme, make beats and I hustle
Play the store, if it's war, I'm peached with a heat on my buckle
See me, God, get locked for a couple
Lead straight til them niggas tongue state then his time was doubled
I bubble in that jungle like the style is gone
Niggas gotta make these dollars and coins
The chambers involved, fully automatic
Niggas in the street get gully at it, spit mathematics
Play the brick, hit the cabbage, survive at the zenith
Try to hold the God, I still raise like the phoenix
The world ain't giving me nothing
I want, so I gotta keep hustling, fuck small discussion
I'm hungry til my ribs is touching
Time to eat, find me in the streets, hit the side of my reach
Meet the high priest at making the brick pop
Love this shit we call hip hop, harm when it get hot
Sales on the corner like a six spotted, tricks block