(Verse I)
Straight up shit is real and everyday can be your last in the jungle/the drama never cease, niggas murdered on the humble, on these metropolitan streets niggas be beefin’/guzzlin’ 40 ounces looking for purpose and reason, while some manage to exit, most of us ain’t ever leaving, we’re trapped below the heavens in the belly of the beast/it’s hell on earth, doing dirt, my momma works, shoot out with rival crews over distribution and turf/heard Lamar got merked shot in the head on the ave by a Jamaican yardie for coming short on his cash/nobody talkin’, yeah we seen it but don’t repeat it, I kept my statement blank when the questioned me at the precinct/I don’t know nothing, I ain’t bending and dropping names, good and bad cop like I’m not hip to the game/ain’t build a case, been harassing me ever since, never fold, never told, you know Poe represent…

(Verse II)
They call me Poe I ain’t your legal type of fella, bogus social securities I was fuckin’ the teller/so it’s all approved every transaction she put it through, told me to hit her up after work the same afternoon/then the phone rang, so I went and turned down the Biggie, answered it, it was the teller she asked me if I was busy/I said, “Not at the moment, I’m here having a Corona, watching highlights from the game when the Giants played Arizona, what’s up?”/she said, “Nothing, I was seeing what you were doing, I got out a little early my bosses met with the union, so I was just thinking if maybe I could come over, I got the money you gave me and wanted to bring it over”/”Cool, where you at, stay there, I’ll call you a cab”, gave the cab the location they’ll be there in a half/that gave me time to clean up and take a bath, hopped up out of the shower cleaned my feet up on the rag/threw on my jeans and then I threw on my sneakers, heard the intercom buzzing proceeded to press the speaker/heard her voice she was speaking in a rush, she said, “It’s cold baby, hurry let me up!”/I let her up and then I heard the bell ring, opened the door and what I saw was straight from Boomerang/a scene straight out a movie, it was exactly the same, when Angela met up Marcus and wasn’t wearing a thing/she came inside and put the money on the dresser and her panties and bra so I didn’t have to undress her/she started feeling on my chest, I started feeling on her breasts and Mr. Cheeks already said the rest/after some hours we chillin’ counting the dollars, she rollin’ up my smokes getting lifted for Benihana’s, we blazed a 50, I sat back and turned up the Biggie, she told me bout the jooks I can catch in Long Island City/a corporate girl with a hustler’s intent, bout her chips, that’s my bitch, so you know she represent…