Mocking birds like Atticus Finch
I'm not a drug addict, I just got d** in my attic
And I'm getting more skin than fabric on the mattress b**h
And we tripping off cactuses, San Pedro
Let go my Eggo, hey ho
Where are you going
What you doing
What are you pursuing
You're blooming, so blossom
And life is f**ing awesome
In the city
Cops coming to get me
But I'll never play opossum b**h
That's a pity
About to get nitty-gitty with my Tommy-Gun
Stacking bodies run, ba*tard naughty son
Bashing cops on the run
W-I-L-D C-A-T
Shooting these C-O-Ps
Like C-O-D
Roll out in the Model T swag
With these molotovs out these b**hes a**es
Red and blue flashing past us
These cops came close, but the pigs will never catch us