B40 (Interlude)

Legacy When a mother fucker
Dead to me
Throw back Like an old photo
Sent to me
Hold that
While I smoke
On this heavenly
Pack Fold hands
I attack All in
For racks Foreign stacks
Falling 44 gats
Spit back As I rap
Mad Magic
Swear to god after
I'm a dog backwards.
My Fuckin flow unmatched
Talk on my own
Playa I'm tapped
In safe precaution
Playa I'm strapped
Joints to the face
My mirror don't crack
My appearance all facts
Mirror won't crack
Playa hold the caps
Bottle don't match
Fear those who lack
I Fear those who lack
What? playa hold the caps
Bottle don't match
Appearance all facts, what
YYC gang gang
Aye, YYC gang gang
This B40 Interlude
Into you, Enter truth
It's finesse you know what it do
Smilin to tunes
Wildin in the zoo
Switching to the new
Mixing up the music
Rhyme so sick
Rhyme so ill
So you feel
The flow so real
The flow surreal
Tell me how you feel
Imma motherfuckin top shotta
Nah, said it before
I'll say it again
Fuck they homies
Fuck the trends
This the gang
We put it in
This the fam
And I'm going right in
Yeah yeah
This b40 interlude
Into you, enter truth
Gone