Coolidge Park fam
With the Empty Seven Clan ties
Stone faced, ghetto samurai with the sad eyes
We can't escape the grave, we all succumb to the hands of time
Do you hold your weight?
Or do you fold during tragic times?
No surprise bro switched up
That's why we call him slime
He looked us in the eye when he spoke
Like he could pimp our minds
Fuck friendly fades, niggas playin' with my family tribe
In another life, I'd probably murk him if I had the time
But for now we're straight, just keep your hands to your fucking sides
It's brother number sign three
Canine tooth, palm strikes
My hands Quan Chi
My past actions have earned these hands enemies
Best you chill before we show you God's mysteries
Yea
Coolidge Park fam
With the Empty Seven Clan ties
Stone faced, ghetto samurai with the sad eyes
We can't escape the grave, we all succumb to the hands of time
