Kit Carruthers

[Verse]
Four nickel in the booth
I ain’t talkin bout a toll
I might cook a little meal
While her man not home
I done told the motherfucker
Not to call my home
If you wanna handle business
Gotta call my other phone
D’Wayne Wiggins
Better watch yo tone
Fuck a rack
I gave the bitch a bone
Speak ya truth
They handin you a stone
Anything to get you
Out ya zone
Peep the snake behavior
Kabuto
Elbow drop into his
Collar bone
Bullet wound in the
East side
But he died in the pacific
Timezone
So where they finna place
The tombstone
Run with the Eagle like
Shady Mccoy
He seein red like the
Virtual Boy
But his bitch take the wood
Like the city of Troy
Love for her brain
Fuck with the charm
Rick Allen, bitch
You don’t run with the arms
My niggas ready to
Put you in harm
First responders and
The fire alarms
Why is you stallin like
Animal Farm
If you need a bag
Then you move on ya own
Move in silence like
I’m Helen Keller
Kinfolk tap ya pockets
Quicker than thieves
Louis bag cause the
Armstrong
Though regardless of the
Flex and flippin
Couldn’t figure out where we
Had gone wrong
Inshallah up on the
Prison letters
Every prison visit was a
Swan song
Caught between the plight
Of all my brothers
But my self sufficiency is
Headstrong
Forsake the ghetto
We dead wrong
Question why i left a
Top school
Coulda been a fuckin
Astrophysicist
Goddamn
Motherfucker i am
Weight of the planet up in
My hands
Shoot for my shawty
Like Kit Carruthers
Ruffle all corruption in the
Badlands
Hide in plain sight cause
They never notice our back
Breakin struggle like Batman