Uh
Shout out Young Sinatra
Mad love from up North

Uh, uh
“Wake up, wake up”
“Dammit Logan, wake up”
“Man some fuckers chasing us”
“I ain’t fuckin’ playin’ bruh”

Eyes wide
I’m in the passenger side
With my homie Ry making the whip slide in and out of traffic
Now he’s handing me his 9, its loaded out of habit
I ain’t panicked but still I ain’t tryna catch a casket
Semi automatic gunfire from the back end
I turn around and see brother Big J with a gat n’ he’s strapped in
But his hands out the window
Finna cash out like tenfold if we make it outta this hell hole
Death row where we riding
Exchanging bullets, they flying like the signage
Firing at their tires but it caught one of their drivers down

Uh
I seen ‘em spiral out into the streets
The other car was still persisting and turned up the heat
Back glass shattered, my sweat was steady perspiring
Moments after we could hear the steady drone of sirens

Uh
Red and blue was on our ass bucking fast
I told Ry to hit the fucking gas so we blasted off from the holster
Cops coming closer
Turn back and see Big J clutch his shoulder
Situation unfolding from bad to worse
Prayed to god one of us ain’t leave the scene in a hearse
But these fiends won’t disperse
Big J needing a shirt
He found a towel, tied it ‘round him like shit ain’t even hurt
Cuz in the times like these you’re blessed to leave with your life
Blowing stop signs, please let us see the other side
If the cop lights bleed homie veer to the right
Hope the opp ride leads the pd outta sight
Uh, uh
And when the time came
My brother swerved out of our lane onto the highway
The perps couldn’t follow us, I saw ‘em drive straight
No coppers merging on with us, go head to my place

Some time later we on the backroads
Harrowed by the narrow escape, stay in the shadows
But around the corner
We saw a car from the former altercation
I saw ‘em racin’ fast
Coming towards us

Uh
We whipping back and forth
Load in my mag and pour bullets
We packing more, casings scatter on the floor
Plaques galore waiting for ‘em at the morgue man
Asking for it with their heads out of the door man
Channel 4 will cover their ass’s in the morn’ man
For another story, mothers mourning
“Stay focused Logan”
Brother, homie, son, grandson, boyfriend, and peer to those that know me
This is life or death, I’m thinking ‘bout them grieving for me
Pop
There goes a tire now we spiralling out
Over the curb side, blurred sight, we tryna get down
Sitting ducks, what the fuck we do now?
Open the side door and fly towards a high rise housing complex
There’s rounds and objects firing every which direction
Wonder how I’m not dead, full of lead
I said “follow me!” but only voice replied
They caught my homie Ry, that’s the last time I’d see him alive
Uh
Can’t turn back to exchange our last words
That hurt me most and these bastards won’t slow ‘till we’re captured
Or more likely splattered in our own blood
I clattered through the lobby with Big J
And we gathered our thoughts for a second
Just lost one of our brethren
The opps are coming I’m guessing
I’m stressin’, gotta keep pressing cuz our lives depend on it
We ‘rounding the bend of the apartment hallway
It ends so we started to ascend up it

Two steps a stride through the stairwell
The air’s stale
Said a prayer for myself and farewell
Came out on the roof, but unaware as hell
Cuz I turned back to see that Big J wasn’t there still
What the fuck!?

He was right behind me
Sweating a tsunami now
My insides fold like origami around my stomach
Heart plummets when I heard the obvious sound of
[Pop, pop, pop]
Nausea clouds my judgement, hardly allowed me to think straight
Blink. Wait, was that the opps or Big J?
I don’t know, but I’m at my brink
Fate pulled me closer to the door
It flew open, now I’m on the floor
A single foe walked through
This the moment he’d been waiting for

Now his boots pinning my back
Flipped me over, I saw his face and spat
He gave me a smack
A smile he cracked all the while he packed his clip
Wasn’t gonna be a trial man, that was it
Blood dripping from my forehead and lips
I blew him a kiss
So he cocked his shit and popped my wrists
At least I got on his line before I dropped dead fish
He aimed the gun at my dome, my last thoughts went quick

Damn, I had the craziest dream