Jail Call

Yeah, look, yeah

I'ma tell it like this, first met a yute on a wing (yeah)

Weren't too gassed he was cool (yeah, we was)

Said he hit licks, shows me his papers and shit (yeah), said he had the meanest crew

But they all split, said it got real in a bitch (swear?), told me up North's real loose

So he don't mix, straight on a 'get-money' 'sitch (yeah)

He just needs to get home soon

Anyway, look, I was soon back on the roads

Then I get a call on my phone (go on), it's the boy Joey (what's 'gwarn, man?)

Told me he would touch back too, and he might have on go (swear?)

So I told him, "Say more"

Said he know a guy from his town with a bredrin who came to the hood

Don't know what he's on

But 'round there, he was a brick boy, and he used to fly them good and his boy's got the drop

Said we can hit it if we want, but he want to condition it

Said he needs half, half of everything we take, plus we can't go mad hitting him (that's light)

So I said cool, minor I'll play by the rules

He shouldn't of come where the hitters is (like that)

(So I said cool, minor I'll play by the rules

He shouldn't of come where the hitters is) (yeah that's nuts)

I don't know, it's all weird

How'd he end up down here?

With all that food just sitting in his drum, ain't no way he start shop on his one's

If he's really that ham, why call gang?

Surely you go and hit that on your jack (let's go)

He was super slippin', he ain't even have a shank

Let alone a pole in the gaff

So, what?

They're telling me he gave us the drop just because he moved to the block

Nah, I call cap, nah, I don't buy none of that

Tell 'em man 'suttin's goin' on

Betting as we speak, somebody's gearing up their savage

Filling up their clip for his 'matic

It's called quick sport, call up your patterns up North

See if anyone's been chatting, I think Dread's right

Let's cool off for a few nights

Food like that don't vanish, calm we'll manage

But when he next call try dig, try get a name of the guy