concurrent

The Doc was born with a grenade palm

I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom

Yo, Biggie (what? What?) She havin' my bay-bay

Ice insured, fuck life insurance

Three bad bitches, don't come concurrent

Still, you know the dope won't stop

Tend to be pretending, in it to end the dude's legacy

With numbers that run concurrent, still it'd be a century

Or end in a heartbeat, them streets damned

El Diablo is like a soundtrack

All concurrent playback

'57 chevy with the radio on

I'm just ridin' this motherfucker through the highs and the lows

Ready to throw out all the obvious flows, shit is concurrent

You might miss it if you weren't ready to hear it, homie

Towards existing comfortably

In a total nightmare concurrent with legal weed?

Did you harness the inner fortitude to present gracefully?

Yes

Niggas come to conclusion, checks keep comin' concurrent

Shooters on the maneuver, really as a deterrent

His fervent duty unleashed with hate forever will resound

In the mind's eye until the end of days - concurrent with what they've found

His spires of power and citadels of wrath