Last took a trip down to the corner store Needed rolling papers, bag of chips, and a bar Cruised the aisle for chocolate and coconut water he burst in told the counter to open the drawer Stuck the piece to his teeth as he "If you what's good for you, I think that you should listen" But he didn't, was resistant That's when he flipped the and said "I guess I'll pick off the store" He turned around and searched the store with frantic Of course he locked on mine, I was the only one Come on kid, it's time to go for a Flashed his piece and me and don't you be trying nothing and blildfolded threw me in the trunk Stunk of gasoline and stale cigarette I'm thinking "fuck man, man, this is just my luck" My stomach telling me this be my one to myself what the hell I could have done Should run Yeah I bet it a loaded gun Breathing heavily speeding up 70 Settled on dead meat, even believe in heaven, B Then 20 minutes at least, when screech Oh please, police, but my hope has weak Opens the trunk, "get up," he me Walk a couple paces throws me to my knees
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[Rocky Okay there's substance in my raps getting heard across the map I'm shit, take a lap Sleeping on me, a nap But them dreams about me bad Knowing I'm awake money that you never had I'm doing I want so homie I ain't never sad Do what makes you happy even if it makes them mad And they talk about you, at least you staying on their mind them to get off your dick and to get up on that grind Trying to keep up me, they just gonna get left behind I'm the fast forward, make you want to press rewind I keep them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first I up with my pace, you should keep your sneakers laced We ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can find That gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my And don't try to fuck with my Catch a bomb you trying to take a run through Iran, damn
[Blu & Damn, niggas shot Them pos be up the team and shit is hot For your home block it's no more and no more rock My pockets hurting, you eating, what you got Driving in circles, make a leaner my watch I'll speed and at the cops I'll keep your watch, I'll steal it And my Glock's out Hawks us by the place where we were surfing And brought us in cause we have insurance, fuckers