[Part I: blkcardprince]
[Verse]
The world that summer is sunken
Meet me by the reservoir benches, the dead end
Shout-out to my black card prince, we locked in
Shout-out to my niggas in the set, we steppin'
Military vision steady boomin', it's universal
We single file with our seven bitches, it's universal
I could never vision you ahead, the role reversal
It's true, you dead
Bloodshed on the rest you claiming
My nigga died a clear shot, steadily aiming
Switch man, you own that, cherish your naming
New York hour, my man really count seconds
Step-by-step, we really count weapons
New day comin' soon, can't be count blessings, man
I don't wanna fight the mania forever
Ninety-nine flavors
Can't we pull something from the sky? Come save us
Tyranny is major
[Part II: The World Shares Her Tears]
[Instrumental]