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Yeah yo, I'm up, Nike's is scuffed
Still buggin' earlier around four, how I the bust?
The way I fell, cracked the of my watch
My man's chantin' me on like, "Run son, go up in the spot"

through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out
Dogs is barkin', all you hear is the sirens
I'm to think and toss the iron
Bomb in my sweats got me runnin', funny, you think I'm

May God strike me if he like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my
Tryin' to focus up and make
That's what I get for in them projects

Next thing you know, I'm in this bitch's chillin'
Told her my story and like this, I had her in the ceiling
Cookin' me fried sticks, hot side of them biscuits
While she doin' this, the bitch still slidin' on

Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a
I'm playin' with her on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
Like, come here miss lady wop, you put the condom box?
She finished off the last one, oh shit, I the cops

Handcuffs and talkies, I her white Yorkie
Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs revenge like Porky's
So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the
Like, ooh, I seen my man, Meth in raw
So he jumped up, balls out, hid in the
I'm laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet"

Now, let me put my drawers on, what kinda dope you on?
Should've knocked before you came in the
Ghost you wrong bustin' in on the government shit
Got this chick screamin', the sheets, tryin' to cover her tits

She's and you laughin' son
I my toe on the nightstand just runnin', tryin' to grab the gun
real man, you spazzin' dun
There comes a time in a life, he gotta toss his pack and run
You know we family Crack and Pun

But Mr. JFK, state business after that be one
Now can it be you hot lord?
You did some shit on the block that the cops tryin to lock you
Can't believe you the spot Lord

My is buggin', she trippin'
My dick keep slippin' out my boxer
Now I'm caught up in the drug
Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every we on

Can't understand it, it's a thing
And in the of thought
I'm interrupted by Raekwon

I need my money Meth, gonna buy hundred birds
Tone, get at me, all them little clients want work
He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter of fact me
Word to mother, Lord, son he got me

You fuckin' shorty? I knew it
The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my out
Her little brother wanted two
You know the nigga licks, a on twenty six
All he do is get money, hustle, a dick

He told me foul shit, wild
That nigga a lot of loud shit, no, that Steve Rifkind style shit
Hit me with other talk, him in New York
They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a

That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little
Father's homeboy, the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be
And if some pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm, c'mon