Sold'Em

Thirty guns, stashhouse had some kilos and a tommygun

Chasing all these demons, but I hated nuns

Preachin like we sinners just for having fun

Tired of these prophets I ain't having none

You can't judge my sins, I ain't praisin God

I came from the trenches, against all the odds

I don't need redemption or a green card

I just need my freedom like La Amistad

I just need my Glock for self-defense

My voice is what they needed to commence

I ain't on the wrong side of the fence

Laws I broke'em

Drugs I sold'em

Just another story like Coppola told

Streets don't give no glory, but pay more than gold

White gold that we hold just came from Bogota

Colazione, cocaína and caviar

I speak different tongues, bet I'm super smart

I make bitchez spin it like a Mario Kart

I been moving wages like a pastor

Gotta trade this Ford for something faster

Gotta be a boss to book my show

Supermodels in my bungalow

Used to work the corner with a Colt

Used to sell Gelato with no mould

Had a shitty hand, I didn't fold

Had some interviews I never told

Half a million hidden in a bar

M4 in the back of my Velar

Laws I broke'em

Drugs I sold'em

Born into this life I didn't choose

Morning starts with substance abuse

Yayo that will lock a nigga jaw

Ice cubes but they ain't from Crenshaw

Opps were tryna kill me I'm still standing strong

Cops were tryna bust me, I did nothing wrong

Nothing was laid out I did it on my own

Started selling Kush, then I was selling stones

Moonrocks were the shit they never saw

Baking soda stirring with the raw

Law-abiding folks buying all my stuff

Ending of the year I never had enough

Thought that I was never gonna stop

Last week had to cut my last crop

I am not confessing for no court

Trappin' cause it's just my kinda sport