Rhyme in Paradise, Pt. 2

No party’s going on my brother gonja k would say if you came without calling rhyme apolo pee jam he was a real OG just ballin he invented the turn chronic from the first of goodlife flow had you like all in he is the claim that we remember for the marijuana plus no dromma he was a good father truly an artist and a good friend our daughters born the same day Bombay had passed away but he’s back with his partner scud missles you can get a buzz from his music was knocking for the harvest for the homies if you didn’t have a dime would share whatever urbe he had and he would never leave you lonely

Gonjah k my man did not play no games

Gonjah k do you miss the Gonjah k

I think his favorite whip was the black impala he’s a west side gangsta the game had been good to him matter a fact he is a street scolor no bangin but a hustler my mind got me tripped when your homie dies I’m filled he was down with the fellowship a legendary mc and my brother k was about them dollars helping needy keep a residence shadow mean green cv and napalm yo quintens on his way always on the rhyming had a perfect sense of timing and stayed calm I’m gonna miss you Gonjah k and when your feeling low when GK was around just try to keep your head up and know he we’re the crown

Gonjah k rhyme in paradise

Gonjah k do you miss the Gonjah k