old soul in the group,
priestly robe, wrote a scroll on the hoe, glass of
Mar lowe,
Chardonnay,
Cadillac,
Carblo, trees on the bus,
you was sick on the tour
Still you move like liquid, attempt to perform,
that's dedication
Judge the days from the life of your son,
who's the biggest since our last witness
Tant your herbs or you'll sin it,
mixing
Egyptian with the blue now
Living description of inventing new styles daily,
trinity's finish
You did it my nig ga,
you made the album colorful like crayon that lay on a picture
Yeah, he's
Elves
Alpha 7, speaks with mad diction
Birds of
Zephyr, that's a verse from a scripture
He writes with no digits, shit,
his mind paints a picture
Known to defy with niggas,
he's mildly explicit
Let me take you where we first met
Now walk with us, nine -six in the shop
Introduced to proof,
I heard vocals let loose
He was
El
Pharell
A couple of years down the line,
he joined
Slumfell
Yeah, my 30 kept his self
-respect alive
Another diamond in your crown,
holdin'
Now if it wasn't for my nigga
Trey
Shit wouldn't be worse for the soul
That reflect perfection on this whole
scheme of rap dreams
Seems nowadays I
guess it's hard being
RL
Who never felt from the best
of them scenes
Yo
T3s you reached the plateau
Thank you for being part
of the group
You made it out cold
Thanks for watching!