Let me tell ya'll 'bout the last day I lived in my life
Ain't sure about how much dope I had
Every day I feel like he on my trail
I'm in the 96 Impala with the gat in my lap
[Incomprehensible] nigga you had 'bout three
But before I leave the house I can't dip without grabbin' my G'z
Sittin' white but I still ain't scared, Mac Boney 'em must have fled
Comin' back tellin' me exactly what they said
If I ain't have a hoe givin' head to the feds
Them bullets that they was bustin' at me my vest was takin'
Ok nigga, I'll tell you what's hard up yo, whats hard up yo?
Now my indictment was a secret
But I'll die before I let 'em stop my mail
And that's the way that they keep it
Now I'm dippin' back to the swats, with the 4-4 and a plastic glock
Weigh it up, cook it up, then chop it down
Put this red dot to your ass an' squeeze
Get another key and I'm a slang my ya
Turned around and I had to stop, couldn't trap sworn it was cops
That's what ya'll niggaz get fuckin' 'round with TIP
Nigga that's what's hard, minding my motherfuckin' business
Niggaz on the west side cant re-up because it's a drought
Look 'em in the face and say fuck their jail
Only cops is I fear is the feds on my car flashin' blue an' red
Got a couple keys in the safe right now
Bustin' at 'em an' cursin' at 'em but ain't no shakin' 'em
Makin' them pigs fall in pain, turned around 'cause one call my name
Put 'em in pocket so I'm a get blue jeans
Now back to the crib so I can check this stash
Goin' about your day nigga losin' your life at the end of it
Now I'm ready to go and pick up my fetti
Got the 4-4 right by my heal
Long as I got another ounce to sell
I have the Feds got me tapped so to keep em' off of my back
And my keys to my brand new V
I'm a dead man walkin', waitin' on time in jail
I got a crib in the trap and a crib to relax
So I check the crack house, damn it sold out
What the hell I'm a bail, a grab my scale
Damn there they go now it's time to deal
9 millimeter with a extra clip
Annihilating any nigga tryin' to work in my trap
