TRY ft. KeyLock Beats

From the salt soaked brow of those that spear headed

Flows the ever growing knowledge from a father to a fledgling

To the taper faded temples formed a dimple on your second

I'm about a cut away from an obscure shakur reference

Just collect it and smile, we'll go half on scowls

Let all these baby birds step to us and bat for the cowl

We'll get fat from the vermin seeking the court from the crown

We'll keep the MC-ing between you and me and that's a vow(el)

Ah, sEE I knOw yoU won't go making this here easy, Does it

Ever cross your mind we were once a dime a doz, Cousin

Let's keep it breezy, bruvin, Like Mister Brown when he Run it.

50 percent to gunit, Let's Bullet Bill to the Summit