Illest Eulogy Ill Kid Format (Ft. B-MAN & SuperTanzi)

[SuperTanzi]
To my man Rick
Routines we used to kick
Every time you used to battle me
You told me I should quit
But nah kid, I stayed on that obnoxious
Fake shit, mob shit
You told me it was toxic
I lost it, but then you got it right back
You remember those fly chicks we used to mack
And those stacks
You used to try to jack
But somehow I always stayed away from all that
But yo this was round the time
When everything was wack
My Dad was telling me I had to pack
My shit into the UHAUL
And then its like the mood all just changed up
It's like we never came up
In the same place
You choose a mandate to make paps
While I read and studies lessons
You started counting mad bank and collecting
Never stressing the herbal was your essence
I hadn't seen or heard from you in 5 years
And in my life I'm trying to keep my mind clear
That's why I cried tears of joy
When I moved from the rank of unemployed
And now I stand poised as the artist
But memories could be the hardest
Like just last night
I kinda had to catch fright
They locked you up
And caught you with the fucking black light
And as I ponder
How two lives could so diverge
I put it on the mic
So as to give it words