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