killa shade

I spent many-a-year sit’in under killa trees
Shad from them toxic clouds helped cool the breeze
“Man, don’t ask to hit it cause you didn’t put in on these…”
Most of my  missions were on a Supa solo tip
Them flowers and brown had life move’in at a Supa slowmo clip
At times I was on some ill type shit like the script was about to flip
“If I should die before the end of my bake,
Roll up the rest of that shit and burn it at my wake,
Tell my queen and my seeds I’ll see ‘em on the other side
And tell all my jump-offs that they dude had to ride.”