Smoke DZA - The Plot lyrics

[Intro] My day just started God hours Uh, uh, uh [Verse] Come home with me Early 2000, 3rd period bouncing I was running through housing low Trying to stay away from crowds with yosh But that's another story hundred million miles ago Paper on the streets wasn't funny money yet Youngins by the check, cashing plotting for them summer yummy checks Pebble beat, set up the net right by the doorway Was too young for the short stay then Fast forward to dice game shootings adrenaline buzz Lil' homie took 60 and he grinned at the judge The streets came and turned father Young black targets Kingpin conspiracy charges Card swippers and con artists Feds got the block looking like a scene from Law & Order Just got some news I was dreading My man got snatched he a felon Nothing to do with it wait, somebody's telling b**h you guessed it no blindfold I've seen this play before with my eyes closed Either he buried in the system or he crept through a pothole Cause in the streets for shawty its too much chura**aco Another Harry from Goodfellas He put his man down too he was real jealous It all started one jittery night He sold dimes, son sold weed and f**ed b**hes he liked Deal gon' bad you could see it was tight Now he 'bout to jam something got the scenery right Son had no clue oblivious to it, staying local Now its domino effect, daughter that son never met Baby talking reckless on the internet The only he benefit is son salty like vinaigrette That's a well known fact, dead on trap Got son stuck like nail on wax Fell on back, took a L on that Master Splinter he a well known rat Words spread ain't nothing to say to him Sent a kite got him left in the day room