This is a story of my nigga Sydney Lil Syd was most prominently the coolest kid on the block Didn't get no smog from niggas on the rock Nah, he didn't sniff lines he wrote em It was a dark evening, an odd seasoning, he was walking back home from hooping Just another black nigga minding his business Bumping Rich Niggas on his stereo Till he saw a van of niggas creeping behind him, one had cheerios A horn sounded "Sup homie let holla at ya", see Syd wasn't a coward, but he knew his limits to bravery He didn't run, kept walking straight, the niggas kept calling "Is you deaf motherfucker". Ignoring these motherfuckers will have a cap busted in his ass, he knew that In a few minutes he'll be laid down flat Kinda figuring it ain't that bad The van sped forward with two glocks out the window, potentially making his girl a widow. He saw the niggas approaching, Syd had two choices, either to sit and die. Or run like the bitch he isn't. At point blank range a glock was pulled Caution tape around the crime scene, black man slain, white chalk around the body. Cops said they caught one suspect and the rest fled, checked for the ID and it was my nigga Syd Turns out my nigga blasted the driver and the rest fled Wonder how the niggas didn't fight back Those niggas were cowards with no intellect Creeping on a single nigga while they're amateurs Syd was a general it occurred My nigga's in a van headed downtown for a self defence case He was denied bail and now he's going on a long vacation Ayo Judge free my nigga