[Produced by Yung Lan]
[Intro]
You know, I like gangsta sh**, n***a
Rest in peace [?], n***a
[Verse 1]
Feds tryna take my rights
I’m going to jail fighting for my life
If they sentence me, all I need is a knife
I got n***as in the penitentiary that’ll never see daylight
They tryna give a n***a jail cell, I’ma give them b**hes straight fight
Got a phone call one morning, my homeboy say he on the run
He like, “Bro, what the f**?”
I’m like, “Bro, where that come from?”
Then my other n***a hit the phone, he like, “Bruh, I got a warrant too!”
So I went and looked my name up, I’m like, “Damn, I got a warrant too?”
So I went and called my lawyer, I’m like, “What the f** going on? My lil’ n***a hit me, said he got a warrant, and the feds raided my home!”
I don’t care what they say ’bout me, my lil’ n***as ain’t gon’ play ’bout me
I know for a fact three n***as in P.R.E. toting H.I.V
[?] in security, that boy got that whole kit
And that b**h that you with, that lil’ b**h my old b**h
You be honest to that b**h, I be lying to that b**h
You be telling her who you beefing with, and crying to that b**h
[Interlude]
I’m innocent
Let the beat breath!
Lil’ more, let the beat breath a lil’ more
[Verse 2]
For now on, I don’t f** with nam n***a that f** with a n***a I don’t f** with
I ain’t gon’ ride or die nam rap n***a if I wasn’t stuck with
Word around town, I’ll bust quick
s** on my dick, I’ll nut quick
I’ll pull down and take your favorite rapper chain
Boy, you better tuck quick!
If you don’t show up at court on me, I’ll come and do a feature with your artist
I’ll come and shake everybody hand
I’ll accept everybody apology
My Lamborghini need a [?]
If you a real n***a, I’ll sign ya
If you a f** boy, I’ll down ya
I gotta thank God Gotti found me
[Interlude]
Shh!
Be quiet
Let the beat ride
Moment of silence for the king, Yo Gotti
I’m innocent!
[Verse 3]
Nowadays, n***as loud talking and they beefing on songs
If something happen, they’ll know where it come from
That’s that sh** we call dry snitching
I was doing a show, n***a reached for my chain, then I upped that fire, n***a
Then my fans started running, [?]
[?], n***a
I ain’t wanna make a mistake and shoot a fan
I ain’t none like you f** n***as, I don’t do it for the grand
Every time I make a million dollars, 400 thousand going to Uncle Sam
[Outro]
I’m innocent, p**y!
I’m innocent, rat!
I’m innocent, entertainer!
I’m innocent, yeah!