[ Featuring IDK ]
The author of this album has been arrested and behind bars
For multiple occasions for things ranging from robbery
While armed with a deadly weapon to parole violation
Majority of their early careers was funded by selling and distributing ganja
The feds'll shoot you because they out of breath
The fiends gon' pay you because they out of meth
I need me a milli' and not a dollar less
I used to think that 'vesting meant to wear a vest
I don't own a stock but I'll prolly crash
And if you say it's up, nigga, that's your ass
At seventeen they gave a nigga fifteen, huh
The judge called it being lenient
They called him stupid but to me it's kinda strange
'Cause to be a drug dealer, man, you got to be a genius
Can't let my jean pocket be the teeniest
So I'm looking for the ones that look the fiendiest
That transaction was the action that was leading to the baggin'
I just keep that shit a secret like Bohemian (bang, bang)
Shit, now I got a felony
They noses in the air but they still ain't smelling me
Career ain't got no legs while these other niggas centipedes
All 'cause they walk to school, me? I just walk the streets
See, I gotta get paper
I'm fighting for stability, the fade like taper
Tell me what's safer
Me running in a nigga safe or get hit with the piece
When I'm running from the jakes? (Bang bang)
The feds'll shoot you because they out of breath
The fiends gon' pay you because they out of meth
I need me a milli' and not a dollar less
I used to think that 'vesting meant to wear a vest
I don't own a stock but I'll prolly crash
And if you say it's up, nigga, that's your ass
(Bang, bang)
See, really who fault is this when ignorance is bliss?
Or when I went to sleep it wasn't followed by a kiss
A momma didn't read me to bed as a kid
So why would I read to myself for the win?
I rather read the eyes of my opp before I sin
And when it's been confirmed on the news then I grin
See that's the shit that made me happy
Ran up on him, caught him lacking
Knocked him down, I Warren Sapp'd him
Ran down and overlapped him
The feds'll shoot you because they out of breath (used to want a nine to five)
The fiends gon' pay you because they out of meth (grew up now I'd rather have nine .45's)
I need me a milli' and not a dollar less (with the switch and an extension)
I used to think that 'vesting meant to wear a vest (I am not the one to mention)
(Choppa knocked him to a new dimension)
I don't own a stock but I'll prolly crash (now that nigga dead in the trenches)
And if you say it's up, nigga, that's your ass
That's your ass, that's your ass, that's your ass
Look, they gave my homie forty, he gave them people a dub back
We started from the bottom, we got it from where the mud at
The OG's used to cut three holes in a skull cap
My youngest wear a Pooh Shiesty mask like, "Where the drugs at?"
Been feeling uninspired, I'm trynna get my love back
It's like my heart versus my mind in a grudge match
Busta Rhymes told me, "Sometimes the industry does that"
"Don't let it go to long 'cause it's hard getting that buzz back"
That's why I been rapping so immaculately
About the shit I actually seen or what happened to me
Or what I been through
I do it so passionately
Sometimes I wear my emotions like a patch on the sleeve
Of this varsity jacket that I threw on to match with my 3's
I believed in myself, they ain't have to believe
Some niggas with me that'll wipe your nose if you happen to sneeze
Got 'em with me so they don't have to go back to the street
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