Im coming str8 from the underground
I go, in when i start putting words out
Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,
Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter
I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell
Im fresh like the water comin straight from a well
Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap
I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap
I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale
Coz im out on bail from the county jail
Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price
Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive
Times in this crime land, my thug nation
Im from the seaside destination
Screamin, "fuck - all y'all niggaz" in swahilipistol packin fresh out of jail, i ain't goin back
Don't pout cause i'm bout to snap, you're bawlin n' fallen in the wrong trap now ya handicap
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