Last night took a trip down to the corner Needed rolling papers, bag of chips, and a bar Cruised the aisle for some and coconut water When he in told the counter to open the drawer the piece to his teeth as he insisted "If you know what's good for you, I think that you listen" But he didn't, was resistant That's he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store" He turned around and the store with frantic eyes Of he locked on mine, I was the only one inside Come on kid, it's time to go for a his piece and me and said don't you be trying nothing Tied and blildfolded me in the trunk Stunk of and stale cigarette butts I'm "fuck man, fuck man, this is just my luck" My stomach me this be my last one Think to myself what the hell I could done have run Yeah I bet it wasn't a gun Breathing speeding up over 70 Settled on meat, don't even believe in heaven, B Then 20 minutes at least, tires screech Oh please, police, but my hope has gone Opens the trunk, "get up," he me Walk a couple paces throws me to my knees
- ZZ Ward] I ain't try to hurt no one See it my finger on that trigger Visualize but I ain't got Now I my bail but it just got bigger Sirens shouldn't try to run But it just got worse, now I can't reverse It's a sitting on my back The on me, yes I'll never be free
[Rocky there's substance in my reefer raps They heard across the map I'm shit, take a lap Sleeping on me, a nap But know them dreams me bad Knowing I'm getting money that you never had I'm doing what I want so homie I never sad Do what makes you happy even if it them niggas mad And they gonna talk about you, at you staying on their mind them to get off your dick and to get up on that grind Trying to keep up with me, they gonna get left behind Homie I'm the forward, make you want to press rewind I keep on the chase, knowing that I'm in first place I keep up my pace, you should keep your sneakers laced We breaking ankles, crossing over, you can find That up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my time And don't try to fuck with my Catch a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran,
[Blu & Damn, niggas been Them pos be up the team and shit is hot For your home block it's no more weed and no rock My pockets hurting, heard you eating, you got Driving in circles, make a with my watch I'll speed and fuck at the keep your cousin watch, I'll steal it And my out swerving Hawks caught us by the where we were surfing And brought us in cause we have insurance, fuckers