What a Day

Lazy days I'm getting used to it
Rocking with them chains around my neck yeah that's a crucifix
I get a call on my phone
Ain't no ID on it so I answer who is this
What you know a bout a mother fucker who be moving bricks
I tell him nothing
I hang the phone up and I keep walking no discussion
Really I ain't even think about the repercussion
Keep a glock 13 that's a bakers dozen
Back to basics remember basting the baker's cousin
Biddy had the buns and so I fucked her in the baker's oven
A pinch of sugar with the baker's loving
Copped a bag of cookies and I swear to god that I had gotten pussy from it
As I was leaving my eyes deceiving
My breathing got heavy and then a mother fucker started heaving
I know I seen it with my eyes but I'm just not believing
I think the devil tryna meet with me to get me even
I get a text it said I'm on your block
It's the number that had called me just a couple a back
You in debt and now you owing me a couple a racks
And now you paying or you coming down to flipping em sacks
I keep a record so you know that I ain't jipping the facts

The only reason must be major miscommunication
See a couple days ago well I was on vacation
So how could I cause a problem in another nation
And how the fuck I even enter in this conversation
Hopped up in the fucking car it ain't no combination
I could tell these mother fuckers not among the rest of population
Not a license or a formal given occupation
Ran up to me and just started out the operation
Pulled me out and then they start to harass me
I'm not a fighter so I really tried to keeping it classy
Talked a little shit and got to kicking my assy
Basically I'm used to it the life of the Taxi
Picked me up and through my ass in the trunk
They shut the top of it and then it hit my head with a bump
Still I'm conscious to myself I'm saying who would've thunk
I can't believe they picked me up and through my ass in the trunk
I hear the engine start to rev
They don't got the keys it keep on messing with my head
And no I never had a struggle now I'm stressing bout a bed
My wallet in the fucking console now I'm stressing bout the bread
Bro do you see how much fucking money is in this shit

I think they found the bitch
Lights ain't automatic whats this I think they found a switch
How are they content Im looking deep and say they proud of this
Question my religion hope that you can get me out of this
I meditate and end with philosophical prophets
I'm patting down my fucking pants and then I feel in my pockets
It's nothing there except a couple of watches
Mama told me not to cuss but they a couple of crotches
Wait a minute and my phone vibrate
Finally my homie answer said I'm on my way
But come to think of it I never sent a text no way
And he the only fuckin one that's knowing where I stay
That's when it hit me
Knowing this a set up
I can't believe this mother fucker never ever let up
He just made it personal a problem he could surely bet up
Yeah I heard the tires screeching so I knew that we had sped up
Faintly hear the sirens damn I can't believe the fed up
And I'm banging on the trunk and make a hole of where I shred up
Hit a right and imma tell you who these mother fuckers met up

Damn that shit was pretty easy
Yeah bro I really thought he'd put up more of a fight than that
We gotta get him out the trunk though I already know people getting suspicious
Yeah bro I'm pretty sure the cops already on the way
But maybe not
But maybe yes but maybe not
Finally it's open it was getting pretty hot
I told em suck a dick and they keep taking everything I got
And I don't know what else to do I guess I'm stuck up in this spot
Oh shit bro it's the cops
We gotta go
Finally I'm saved
Finally I'm at the crib and saying what a day