Yeah
Wow
Yeah
First things first it's a shakedown
See the drip these bust like the greyhound
I get chips I get checks just to rap now
I got gang behind me like a background
I hear the track they send a stack I make it flip
I'm so ahead I could of won if I skipped
I hit tota and he dropped a couple facts
He said no more wack niggas jumping on tracks
Guess I gotta show em how to spit now
Fuck winter I'm as cold as it gets now
Niggas dogs I done taught em how to sit now
Rollover and all kinds of tricks now
I done turned the rap game to a lick
I can't go back to school bitch I'm sick
Make me tardy
Giggling the life of the party
Got the shit jumping
Looking like Jeff Hardy
Six in the morning police at my doe
Hear my crocs squeaking cross the bathroom flo
Couple more knocks and they finally leave
Let the homies in and finish smoking my weed
Man have a seat I got a story to tell
We pulled up to the house it was a quarter to twelve
It was niggas outside I was scoping the scene
So we went around the back if you know what I mean
Made it inside that's when shit got real
Had me trapped in the room I'm like this shit not real
They was fucking on the bed while I was planning it out
So I shot em both and ran out the house
I was sprinting down the block til I got in the clear
Then I put my hood on and walked the long way here
Had a bag full of cash and a smile on my face
Then the boys hit the corner now I'm doing the race
Finally made it here and what do I see
An all black jeep parked right across the street
Thought that I was trippin started countin some sheep
Knock on the door woke me outta my sleep
Grabbed the fo fo I was dying to spray
I ain't going to jail bitch I'm dying today
Opened the door I was ready to kill
It was just my momma came to bring me a meal
Facts
Pass the weed