Aint far

This may be the last sunset you'll ever see

Damn, Church

Uh

Ain't far from loons, this place, missions pop your lids

C A R, tune to ya face, television not for kids

Young and heard, pops on the block, but sleep in the crib

Gunman let shots drop, different spots, can't say he hit targets

When the cannons spray, no clue, he catch a nigga with a toolie

Turned to a mystery gang, told my dawg this wasn't Scooby

Guess this a movie, with yellow tapes when the heat rising