He runs a billion dollar organization, under investigation
Fifty a wop, purple top, *****, I'm back, clown
Theodore extorting your ****, handing out packs, now
They pack ********, ****** ****, ******* and all
One spoke, gave me the keys, to a boat
If he owe Trife, he owe me
Told her to kiss little Jay 'cuz I'll be gone again
If everything go good, baby, I'll be home in a week
Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend
Honey, I can't sleep, she sucking her teeth
They knew about the wrap down south, they laid they backs down
I must have passed out, can't remember **** before I blacked out
I got you **** **** ****, pop two ******
Crystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat lounge
Pinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team and
He only holla at the kid, when there's money involved
Load up the **** *******, M I A, call that the jack town
That drug lord that we want, got a spot for ******
Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze
Three more ****** approaching, holding they **** out
Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazement
Left side, **** ****, right, black *******
Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phone
**** a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop charge
When me and Trife doing right together, got no choice
007 style, love to get some straight convicts
Get ya money up, get on your grillies, don't mind odds
Miguel Sanchez, keep a **** hidden in his pants leg
Turned around and saw a white man's face, covered in shades
Every flight a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard
Or spend the rest of my life in prison
How the **** I get involved with these federal agents
And if we kill 'em, it's back to the block, my *****
Tell ****** I'm on my way, coming back down
But give us ten, like we selling white together
I used to listen to 50 and jam "Back Down"
He carried *******, **** **** shots I figure
A classified mission on some James Bond ****
Of a Colombian ***** with a long mustache
Miguel, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, now
Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph
With armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spread
Plus he's wanted by immigration
Hit the block hard, it's kinda hard being G O D
Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel
Taking trips over seas, flipping packs for better
Now I slang fifty ****'* I'm at now
They knew my background
Knew about what happened down in Sac Town
Reached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelope
