Lyrics

[Chorus] 50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain When I'm dead and gone, niggas gon' remember my name, 50 50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain When I'm dead and gone, niggas gon' remember my name, 50 [Verse] Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me He ain't the type you shoot dice with and win, dog Unless you tryna get your ass laid out in Gilmore He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags When they came through, they hollored like "What up, comrade?" Grimy niggas, they loved to get gully Summertime, still had on black gloves and skullies The Lex 450 pulled up, that's Cornbread Them niggas from Philly woulda called him an old head But he a OG, 'mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low key Sounded like they don't know nothin' about drama His money sent many men through trauma Switchy walked in, son, this bitch had the baddest ass The bulletproof glass was rolled down on his S-Class Heard in DC, he kept mad blocks in order Picture this, a young nigga gettin' it like Rich Porter Sonny came in for half a pit, he got knocked He on lock, still controllin' the spot from Comstock Pop pulled up in the CL5, surprised he came His man just fucking got murked by some lame Heard he got it in the Range, nigga, Caine popped one On his brain over some-thang, took his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there in Richmond, mayne In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back "Down, down, baby," Nelly singin', my wrist blingin', what? I'm waiting on this nigga Wise, three loaves for two pies Son he smokin that shit, I can see it in his eyes Comin' up Wise and locs is close And locs ride 'round lookin for wires to toast Benny hopped out the Escalade with a few thorough men From B-More, they sellin' heroin in Maryland His first batch of diesel, he killed like 4 fiends His popularity grew, that only meant more cream First it was him and his brother, now he got a team Went from 5 and a half grams to livin' the dream Seen he pulled up, goddamn, you know his format Bentley Azure, marble in the door, mink floor mats Hit the hazards, out the stash box popped two Glocks Theme song: "All Eyez on Me," 2Pac Everybody know he a boss, he still gotta floss He on that same bullshit that sent Gotti up north That's Ty in the blue GS, stuntin' like he Nicky Barnes He broke but he talk like he a Don Homes hoppin' out the Jag, that's Max, Haitian cat Kill a nigga quick, remind me of Haitian Jack I peeped his style, son, I know his steelo, he on the d-low He smile at niggas mumblin' "fuck you" in Creole Heard war stories 'bout how he maneuver with the Ruger Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya Few niggas tried to murk him, most of them got found Some turned away, try to run, they in wheelchairs now Banks hopped out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat Got out a black Hummer, he blew 90 on that Poppin' mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that, let's go [Chorus] 50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain When I'm dead and gone, niggas gon' remember my name, 50 50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain When I'm dead and gone, niggas gon' remember my name, 50