February

Pen to page my will gon outlive all the strife

What's sweet in death gon get determined by yo life

I seen niggas that get left by all they right hands

I know that nigga did you wrong he ain't the right man

Shordy i was surely finna hit you on some talk it out

I know i had you on your knees it's time to walk it out

They know i shoot with perfect aim, got lots of stories to tell

Lot of journeys met an end without me knowing em well

I find the scale of my vernacular spectacular, like flying kaiju

My words can soar to heights so great not even sound can find you