Minivan lurking with my dog, this shit Scooby-Doo
Just bending corners in the hood, look who we ran into
Started throwing, and we did that shit on camera too
One dead, one inside the 'spital but won't make it through
They was .556's so I ain't tripping
I know that nigga lost a lot of blood, I wasn't missing
They caught brodie on his feet, the boys charged him with resisting
We went through this before so I ain't worried bout him snitching
Fast-forward 5 months he somewhere doing fed time
Sending money, calling in like "Nigga keep yo head high"
So we on the phone, and my lawyer on the other line
Then I hear a click, I'm thinking bro was running out of time
We ain't talk the next day, he always calling in by 5
And I keep him up to date on what been going on outside
While I'm scrollin on the gram, niggas postin the homie
Turns out he got poked, I thought he hung up on me
Lookin at the phone stuck, let me call his mama
And she instantly picked up like "Bro you gon get your karma"
She hung up in my face