Lyrics
I'm in the dark spot, no, I can't move, it's driven my brain, I know I can't lose
I was 13 with them rocks in my shoes, I played with the white and I played with the blues
I be minding my business, may God be the witness
Was serving my teacher when I had detention
I pop my lil' shit, then it's back to the business
Not wasting my time with these lil' bitty bitches
I call up the fam and they full up with switches
Middle fingers to the cops and the snitches
Ducked off again cause I'm out on a mission
AR-15s for all opposition
I can't overdo it, I play my position
Hit the hill and come see how we livin
Pop told me chill out with all of that killin
But consciences just take over and I cannot listen
Four five three grams, 16 ounces
That's a whole pound, lil' bitch, I'm countin
I hit the booth and I'm feelin' nostalgic
Call up Nick Cannon cause I just be wildin
Even yo' grandmama know that I been in threat
Say he real, but I just do not feel them yet
I walk in Neiman's and that's where I spent the check
Couldn't fit it, so I had to take it back
They mimic the game, but they not really about that
Now my car parked outside where yo house at
These niggas snakes, and hangin' with rats and I be the Mongoose come and kill all that
And they be snitchin, so I set the mousetrap put this big 45 to yo ball cap
Yo pockets and jewelry, bitch, I'm needin' all of that
I'm the real reason yo' bitch don't be callin' back
Hold up, let me crack this seal, pop this pill rollin' on the blunt, see how I feel
Shit get real keep my steel doing big numbers in a automobile
I ain't talking bout food but I need my mill's
Walk down with the chop every opp getting killed
I just walked to the pharm for to get a refill Ima stand in the shit ever beef getting grilled
I'm still mixing shit up like a chemist everyday life still feel like it's Christmas
I can say that really bout the business I walk in the place and I'm running the building
To tall for the vet so I chopped off the ceiling don't call on my phone when I'm counting these millions