Why do I end up in so much shit?
But it's the same ol' Joe so don't get K.O.D
They can't stand to see a young brother's pockets get thick
Why do I end up in so much shit?
Pullin' me over too see if I'm drunk
Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit
Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride
Listen Colombo, you're mad because your money come slow
Big Joey Crack ain't never rat a cat that he know
Put me in cuffs and crush what I lost into dust
I'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin' legit
What would you do
I done came way too far to be callin' it quits
I walk around with six thou' without a pistol, my whole click's wild
If the vicious enemy suddenly started comin' at you
Why do I end up in so much shit?
I love to see cars come cruisin' by and playin' my shit
I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' laws
Shit is real I used to steal but now I own several businesses
And show these kids how legit it is
I'm layin' back, playin' the role, playin' the low
Talkin' 'bout where the gun at, I been there and done that
Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit
Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped
So I'ma keep doin' what I'm doin'
Pursuin' my dream till there enough cream to start my own union
Since Tone deceased it almost killed his mama
So get that flashlight outta my face
Call me all kinda names, try to hurt my pride
To bring me down them Jakes'll do whatever it takes
Hey yo, enough's enough, federals try to set me up
Or catch a heavy bid, why don't they just let a nigga live?
Prayin' that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that
I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours
For sure, death before dishonor, I left the streets alone
I done came way too far to be callin' it quits
Sayin' that I'm takin' half, extortin' New York and not payin' tax?
But I'm sober, they wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova
They can't stand to see a young brother's pockets get thick
So where's your witness that you claim to have
Plus, they want a nigga sued, but they know
And what you make in a year, I make in one show
You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat
Hey yo, I'm gonna fry for what I never did
I done came way too far to be callin' it quits
I'm rich pal, no more sticks, I'm makin' hits now
Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit
They can't stand to see a young brother's pockets get thick
