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 burst in the counter to open the drawer Stuck the piece to his as he insisted "If you what's good for you, I think that you should listen" But he didn't, attendant was That's when he the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store" He around and searched the store with frantic eyes Of course he locked on mine, I was the one inside Come on kid, it's time to go for a Flashed his and me and said don't you be trying nothing Tied and blildfolded threw me in the of gasoline and stale cigarette butts I'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, is just my luck" My stomach telling me be my last one Think to myself the hell I could have done Should run Yeah I bet it wasn't a gun Breathing speeding up over 70 Settled on dead meat, even 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 me to my knees
[Hook - ZZ I ain't even try to no one See it my finger on that trigger but I ain't got none Now I paid my bail but it just got Sirens screaming try to run But it got worse, now I just can't reverse It's a sitting on my back The cops on me, yes I'll be free
Fresh] Okay there's substance in my raps They getting heard the map I'm shit, take a lap Sleeping on me, a nap But know dreams about me bad I'm awake getting money that you never had I'm doing what I want so I ain't never sad Do what you happy even if it makes them niggas mad And they gonna talk you, at least you staying on their mind Tell them to get off your dick and to get up on that Trying to keep up with me, they just gonna get left Homie I'm the forward, make you want to press rewind I them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first place I up with my pace, you should keep your sneakers laced We breaking ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can That gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my And try to fuck with my plans Catch a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran,
[Blu & Damn, niggas been Them pos be locking up the team and is hot For home block 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 your cousin watch, I'll steal it And my out swerving caught us by the place where we were surfing And us in cause we ain't have insurance, fuckers