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In the house with the homies
Smoking on cannabis
Discussing and cussing on who took The shots we were rambling
Then we heard a knock and
We all turned to a mannequin
Cop was knocking the door
With a dog my niggas were panicking
Choked up no anakin
We had to think fast
We tried to do the dash in the back
But that shit was packed with cops
We on our toes
My niggas they all froze and said
Fuck it since we caught
We might as well give em a show
I said no not trying to die
They called me a small fry
I said dawg the reason why I say no
Cause you won't survive
They said fuck it and load the shottie
The other loading the uzi
The cops are banging the door got Me thinking I'm in a movie
They kicked the door open
Shot the cop on the front
Seven seconds later
They got smoked like a blunt
Bleep Caught a bullet
In his motha fuckin dome
And Bleep caught a bullet in his Stomach with a chrome
I'm traumatized
Scared for my life I get on my knees
And plead I saw my homies
Get murdered over a G
The cops lift me up and put me in Cuffs
Look at the bodies of my homies
Make me wanna give up I can't
I'm in the cop car
Reflecting my decisions
If I didn't do the crime
Then my homies would be living
But that's what I get
That's the choices I was picking
And that's how I ended
In this motha fuckin prison
Smoking on cannabis
Discussing and cussing on who took The shots we were rambling
Then we heard a knock and
We all turned to a mannequin
Cop was knocking the door
With a dog my niggas were panicking
Choked up no anakin
We had to think fast
We tried to do the dash in the back
But that shit was packed with cops
We on our toes
My niggas they all froze and said
Fuck it since we caught
We might as well give em a show
I said no not trying to die
They called me a small fry
I said dawg the reason why I say no
Cause you won't survive
They said fuck it and load the shottie
The other loading the uzi
The cops are banging the door got Me thinking I'm in a movie
They kicked the door open
Shot the cop on the front
Seven seconds later
They got smoked like a blunt
Bleep Caught a bullet
In his motha fuckin dome
And Bleep caught a bullet in his Stomach with a chrome
I'm traumatized
Scared for my life I get on my knees
And plead I saw my homies
Get murdered over a G
The cops lift me up and put me in Cuffs
Look at the bodies of my homies
Make me wanna give up I can't
I'm in the cop car
Reflecting my decisions
If I didn't do the crime
Then my homies would be living
But that's what I get
That's the choices I was picking
And that's how I ended
In this motha fuckin prison
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Writer(s): Trevon Lott
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