I'm filling a lic on my mind
cause my stash empty
All I got is my two nines and a bottle of henni
I grind so the fiends sniff lines while I supply them wit plenty
right now I'm dry cause my dopeman go locked up for 20
I call this new nigga up
and tell him I need some raw
you now that goodshit to boil up and cook in that glass jar
He tell me to meet his contact man late tommorow
time is come
so I go to the spot wit a new car I borrowed
see a dude outside standing so I stops there
he like yo homey wait here
it's darkout so you now I got my heat near
he comeback wit some bags
I laugh cause he telling me
where the cash?
I put that red dot on him
and I ain't playing laser tag
now he looking mad
so I tell him to give me all the coke and the cash
this dumb motherfucker had a nerve to pull out his Mag
I'n my head i'm like dag
I shoot at him but he bust back and gets me bad
then a nigga come yelling police wit a badge
I stagerdly run to my whip fast
BANG!!!
out of nowhere I get hit
wakeup endup in handcuffs
in the jakes whip
This the real game but I ain't flip
so I hope by this story you remember me
now I got life wit my nigga doing 20
in a Penatintary