Last night took a trip to the corner store rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar Cruised the aisle for chocolate and coconut water When he burst in told the counter to open the the piece to his teeth as he insisted "If you know what's good for you, I that you should listen" But he didn't, attendant was That's he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store" He turned around and searched the store with eyes Of course he locked on mine, I was the only one Come on kid, time to go for a ride Flashed his piece and me and said don't you be nothing and blildfolded threw me in the trunk Stunk of gasoline and cigarette butts I'm thinking "fuck man, man, this is just my luck" My stomach telling me be my last one Think to what the hell I could have done have run Yeah I bet it a loaded gun Breathing heavily up over 70 Settled on dead meat, don't believe in heaven, B Then 20 at least, when tires screech Oh please, police, but my hope has gone the trunk, "get up," he tells me Walk a couple paces then throws me to my
[Hook - ZZ I even try to hurt no one See it my finger on that trigger but I ain't got none Now I my bail but it just got bigger Sirens shouldn't try to run But it just got worse, now I just can't It's a sitting on my back The cops on me, yes I'll never be
Fresh] Okay there's substance in my reefer They getting heard the map I'm running shit, a lap Sleeping on me, a nap But them dreams about me bad Knowing I'm awake getting money you never had I'm doing what I so homie I ain't never sad Do what makes you happy even if it makes them mad And they gonna talk you, at least you staying on their mind Tell them to get off dick and to get up on that grind Trying to keep up me, they just gonna get left behind Homie I'm the fast forward, make you want to rewind I keep on the chase, knowing that I'm in first place I keep up with my pace, you should keep your laced We ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can find That gold up on me, Rolly homie, it's my time And don't try to fuck my plans Catch a bomb like you to take a run through Iran, damn
[Blu & Damn, been shot pos be locking up the team and shit is hot For your home it's no more weed and no more rock My pockets hurting, heard you eating, you got Driving in circles, make a leaner with my I'll speed and at the cops I'll keep your cousin watch, I'll it And my out swerving Hawks caught us by the place where we surfing And brought us in cause we ain't insurance, fuckers