Intro - Lord Superb

Aiyo, man, the president is back, man

Knowhatimsaying, Lord Superb, man

Far Rock America, stand up

Matter fact, ya’ll niggas sit the fuck down

Like I told ya’ll on that last volume, man

We done grind too much to have to stand up

Ya’ll niggas stay in ya muthafucking seats and ride this thing out, man

Rest in peace to my man King Dutch, Stack Bundles

My brother Mooap Illiani, man

You know, no beat, no nothing, man, knowhatimsaying

Tribute to all my little dead niggas, knowhatimean

All my older dead niggas, youknowhatimsaying

And all my middle age niggas, man, it’s like this man

I heard niggas was hating, when Dutch copped a quarter to seven

So they killed him on the corner, around a quarter to seven

Moo sent me a sign, said he saw him in heaven

When he saw him, they did a few things

He took him to the holy store, bought him some Gucci wings

So if I die in my sleep, or they blast the kid

Bury me with money in my hand, and a flatscreen in my casket lid

Ya’ll never be able to divide the team

Stack Bundles sent me his soul, he inside of me

He said, fuck it, Perb, let’s colide the dream

I ain’t mad that you president, I died the king

Plus I, got your letters from inside the bing

It’s kind of weird how you warned me about my death inside that thing

And all them, hating niggas once you start to bling

And them R&B gangstas that start to sing

See, Perb I asked God to leave, the pain was too much

Plus it was hard to breath, see

Just tell my G’s, I never tried to scream

And that I, did my thing before they got my chain