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- Yo, check it, one two, one two
- Zigzag dope in the coat, ziplock cold with the snow
- Five O searching my block, Old Earth covers my toes
- Told me get behind the eyelet curtain, coloured blue and gold
- They knock on the door, no probable cause in hand
- Momma don’t know the law, goddamn they break the door
- They see my Old Earth with her gown on frightened and scared
- She hears my breathing but the intruders climb up my stairs
- These dirty cops Ponzi scheming all around our hood, it ain’t good
- They shot Jon Jon in his coat when they caught him with a smoke
- Wasn’t marajauna, they just wanted a reason to shoot the bro
- She yelling for what the matter is, but they didn’t chatter to the wiz
- Told her shut her mouth and at the same time asked for her kid
- Cinderella slipper esque coke tucked in my jacket that I’m sporting
- About a teenth amount, somehow I got to abort it
- So my momma spoke and told the cops “I know he’s wanted!
- Told me he was going to the road where the hoes callin”
- Instantly they knew it was only a few blocks down on Tiffany’s
- But I had to get rid of it because I knew she would be pissed at me
- Took the bag and snorted it, evidence was gone
- Banged my head back on the wall, my momma saw the cops go on
- Undid the eyelet and stared at my inflamed eyelids
- “Why’s my kid causing ruckus and this violence?”
- I tried to speak but she yelled “silence”
- We heard the sirens so vibrant ridin’ off the scene
- Momma saw some white on my lips and wiped it with her spit
- Told me “get a grip, get a job, go have a kid”
- Juarez Cartel coke in my system, no joke
- Mind in the clouds like Guru and like blow smoke
- Oh no, I realized that was the last bag I had on me
- Don Juan gon be mad if he finds out the caine is gone, G
- So I fled the town in my Camri, insanity, hugged my momma and sped off dandidly
- Living the life on the run, drunk off rum, punching punks with guns
- All of the shit you see losers do I am that
- Sprayer of gats, but never found in this world that is mad
- But I’m glad…inner peace
- Finally I can live and smoke this weed
- Gotta watch my back for my whole life, but at least
- When they catch me I’ll already have some seeds
- And they’ll marry their daughters and then slaughter them for me
- Haha
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