Текст песни
From an empty street of glass and wood
It will take a while to make you see (uh)
Someone in these eyes are all you (uh)
It ain't a head tap, we don't count it
Scoop the bitch up from the 'jects, ain't wanna fuck, just made her comment
Fell asleep with all my J, I don't had a dream that I was drowning
To the start at what I point at, they fuck with you, trail behind me
I got locked, the feds came, hit the crib, they had that bitch surrounded
Hit that opp with that bitch, caught his mans, he died for being around him
I told Smoove I'm already doing time, he told me, "Don't remind me"
Don't forget, we cook the minders, sell me off, I'ma remind you
I can't tuck my kids to sleep tonight, I'm back seat with a Drac'
I was locked up in a cage, I ain't tripped, that bitch ain't nasty
Held my update on the way
Made a hundred off a rack, gave nine and a half back to the state
Made her out, smack up the whip, he got outside, I'm with the K
Said my grades got sent to play and he had J's, so he got A
SRT'll leave the 'ject so quick, they wouldn't even try to chase
I was broke, them hos ain't give a fuck 'bout shit I had to say
Did a whole 360 on them bitches, now I'm having pain
For real
I'm on with some J's, nigga, you get A
I was broke, nigga, now I'm great
I take off on them bitches, they try to chase
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Uh, uh, .30s pull up, givin' hand shots, then we take off in the red-eye
Bitches one up, I thought I had it in, I'm capped out, 'cause you dead now
Other opp here died inside his sleep, I'm scared to go to bed now
Lately, I've been solo on them drills, the .9s all in the feds now
Every day, my niggas fed by him, don't get caught up with your head down
Niggas run, they hit that traphouse, soon as we run up, that's a man down
You ain't with this shit, then stand down, one more move, I'm whippin' fan down
Rap now, so everybody fanned out, paranoid out, blow a fan down
It ain't a head tap, we don't count it
Scoop the bitch up from the 'jects, ain't wanna fuck, just made her comment