Last night took a trip to the corner store Needed papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar the aisle for some chocolate and coconut water When he burst in told the to open the drawer Stuck the to his teeth as he insisted "If you what's good for you, I think that you should listen" But he didn't, was resistant That's when he 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 on kid, it's time to go for a ride Flashed his and me and said don't you be trying nothing Tied and blildfolded threw me in the 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 Think to myself what the hell I could done Should run I bet it wasn't a loaded gun Breathing speeding up over 70 Settled on meat, don't even believe in heaven, B Then 20 at least, when tires screech Oh please, police, but my hope has gone Opens the trunk, "get up," he me Walk a couple paces then me to my knees
- ZZ Ward] I even try to hurt no one See it my finger on that trigger Visualize but I ain't got Now I paid my 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 never be free
Fresh] Okay substance in my reefer raps 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 that you never had I'm doing what I want so homie I ain't sad Do what makes you happy even if it makes them mad And they talk about 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 with me, they just get left behind I'm the fast forward, make you want to press rewind I them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first place I keep up with my pace, you should keep your sneakers We breaking ankles, over, sneakers you can find That gold up on me, Rolly homie, it's my time And don't try to fuck my plans a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran, damn
[Blu & Damn, niggas been Them pos be up the team and shit is hot For your home block no more weed and no more rock My hurting, heard you eating, what you got Driving in circles, make a with my watch I'll and fuck at the cops I'll keep your cousin watch, I'll it And my Glock's out Hawks caught us by the place we were surfing And us in cause we ain't have insurance, fuckers