Letras
New Year's Eve 2013, I'm in Miami-Dade jail
What a way to start the year, but let me tell you why
We hopped out on Collins 'bout to hit the party 'bout 11:30
Me, Nas, and shorty Fats, Jon and Hap
Big Slug was with us, so we shouldn't
Have no problems with no other niggas
But see, scores was tied into some other beef
Next thing I seen, my niggas swingin'
I hopped off the curb and then I rushed 'em
It was three on two and then three on three and now we even
Then some more niggas came and now they leavin'
Yeah, they tried to run, they wasn't quick enough
And this the part where the story start pickin' up
And then my girl grabbin' me, tryna hold me
I'm like, "Let go of my jacket"
Soon as I snatched away, a nigga swung and missed
And then tripped and fell and then pushed the girl
She hit the floor so damn fast, tried to catch her, but I couldn't
So I got mad, then I gave her to play sis
Like, "Hey, sis, make sure she aight 'cause I don't come back tonight"
Chased him up in the club, Madonna
SK was with me and he was throwin' them bottles
Man, I grabbed the cash register off the front desk
And swung that shit like I couldn't miss, what a fuckin' mess
Snapped out of my rage and then I ran out the front door
The bike cops pulled up with the taser
And said, "Ayy, boy, what you think you runnin' for, ah?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Stro, true story
Uh
Young nigga Stro steady walkin' through BK
Instrumentals on the phone, I just let the beat play
Lookin' at the scene, ray, mid-day, shit is amazin'
The beauty city streets be makin', makin'
I'm right, hit the bodega, spot ackee, ayo, let me get a
Sandwich, chips, got it, dipped
Headin' near J Street where the kids stay deep
Like six o'clock, I'm by the train station
Sandwich done, but I still smell bacon
Huh, I turn around, see a gang of cops
I relocate, I ain't tryna be stopped
They got me paranoid when I'm walkin' the streets