Kit Carruthers

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, F*ck 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, F*ck 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