Lyrics

My Pockets hurting, I ain’t ate in 3 days, I’m boutta call the plug and see if he wanna catch him a play, I know he finna say yes, Because he knows that I’ll pay, he said to meet in a hour, I texted back okay, little does he know that I’m already outside his place, and I’m just lying in wait, I seen him walk out his door, get in his car and head down the driveway, I wait till I see taillights, then a smile spreads across my face, that’s when I make my move, take off sprinting then I hop over his front gate, get to the door, jimmy the lock then head back straight through the hallway, I take the first left walk right through the second archway, pass by a table topped with empty bottles, and a dirty ashtray, I scrambled up few bucks but so far nothing that great, I walk back where he sleeps at, and check that bitch for a safe, I searched all through the dresser I mean checked every drawer, I even checked in the closet but all I found was some porn, I make my way to the mattress, this bitch is dirty and worn, I flip that bitch over, and what do ya think I see, the bottom is torn, and busting full of Ps and money, it’s already in a bag, so I just grab it and take off running, just as I make my way out the house that’s when my phone starts buzzing, I missed 2 calls and 1 text from the plug asking where am I at and if I’m still coming, I texted him back and said I’m on the way, I caught up in traffic I’m just running late, I pull-up to the spot and we make the exchange, I paid him with his own money and he ain’t even know a thing, but

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In these streets it get wicked, everybody’s out to get ya, They can’t even read a book but be serving out a sentence, Gotta keep a close eye on intentions, I was blessed with intuition I can see right through your deception , from a shift within your presence, I fell down bad on my ass, getting fat dealing with depression, I got back up on my feet, got in shape and learned my lesson, took a lot of time but finally learned how to control my aggression, deep meditation, praying daily, I guess you call that progression,

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Now I’ve done some shit that I ain’t proud of but I don’t regret nothing, if I did it then I needed too, I knew the repercussions, got legendary blood up in my veins, bitch I had to become something, I always stand on what I say, like there’s a mic up in my jays, If it ain’t bout money, then tell me why are we talking anyway, if you ain’t down with the gang, then your only in the way, I done made plenty plays right up on two seventy eight, the police got the block hot but you know that won’t stop a thing cause