All the cops are pulling me down
they say im going underground
im in the back seat of a cop car
they say im going downtown
feels like im being pushed around
because i gotta run
need a place to hide
im running with a gun
feels like im gonna die
cops pulling up on me
wile im riding in my lamborghini
i got that weed
in the back seat
why is this s**t happening to me
Cops pulling me down till where i cant make a sound
I pull up round the corner drug dealin’
an s**t then I ask for the stick boutta a hit
a lick walkin down town throwing shade in my face
say im the disgrace call me a mistake but nah
thats not how I roll just get me some hope nah
im rollin’ the dope getting high off this smoke
no they cant take my smoke so it settle my brain
got me laying in the rain cause my game aint
finna get destroyed aint finna play with me im
not the toy take a step back an see reality
then the cops pull me out in jails were im boutta be
Cops pulling me down till where i cant make a sound