First things first, last things last So I'll start this intro off with shotgun blast. In the past, I let a couple slugs go. Homie creep up, burn marks from the pillo. and he know, I keep the strap cocked and never reload. and he told, a dealer cross town that he owe a guido, that he was gonna rob me tho he don't, see the quick drop of the 3-0 and he hope, the shot didnt penetrate his peehole. as he go limp on the side walk. Get the white chalk. Another heads lesson for chickens to squawk. Terrible joke with a bloody punch line. Show up to the funeral and laugh at you in the pine, momma cryin. Asking herself, "Lord, how and why?" I smash out my stogie as she looks to the sky, No remorse, no repentin, I'm making my next move. Birds from all over steady flocking my crew. Chicken heads, boppers, and birds for 32. My nest got built from birds that done flew. Never look back, the futures within grasp. Past is the past, but last things still last.