[Verse 1: Spose] The first time I got arrested I was higher than the gas price 5-0 rolled with some flashlights, that's life I was in cuffs laughing, laughin' Like, "Whatever homie, you know bullsh** happens" And I swore, man, that would be the last time Crime can't become a pastime of mine, nah But a month later cops busted through the locked door And found a QP up in the sock drawer (oh sh**!) And now I'm four charges deep, can't sleep You know, plus, I ain't got laid in three weeks Straight depressed, no checks Mic cable round my neck, like I'll chill with the devil What the heck, no sweat (God damn) I'm going mental and I'm chattering my dentals 'Cause these teachers used to tell me I had so much potential But now, shut down Smoker, alcoholic Life rotten, got me plottin' on droppin' up out of college Deuce court dates in late May Just great Can't wait to get substantially financially raped Man, I used to be invincible Like, "f** you" to the principle But now I'm not sensible [Hook] God damn Right when they cuff my hands God damn When I testify or take the stand God damn I seriously can't afford this, man God damn It's got me scheming on a master plan [Verse 2: Spose] So, yo, I rolled into court (When?) Rooster o'clock (wearing) in two different socks Mad b**hes with speeding tickets is kicking it The courtroom is crickets My heart's pounding like the ba** in your Civic And I'm tripping like, "please have mercy on my soul I mean I only had that weed-filled bowl Oh no!" Misdemeanors got my mom reaching for Kleenex And I don't want my dad to know So yo, it's like God damn as they call me to the stand And I entered the chamber like the Wu-Tang Clan I plead my case but the judge barely budge I've been trudged through the mud since I met my boy Drugs I realize I've got to Nip/Tuck my ways I ain't Dave Chapelle Rick James, rich b**h, hey I gotta rearrange priorities and even more importantly and horribly Ease off the Heinekens and forestry Cause back when I had lights up on my sneakers I was eager to be a leader with my voice up on the speakers But now I'm losing confidence A life no longer positive I mean I wasn't conscious of the consequence Bumming, I was like off the wall like paint chips Not thinking, drinking, banging, endangered, and feeling anguish Slipping as a convict Tripping taking bong rips And doing all the wrong sh**, motherf**er [Second Hook] God damn Right when they cuff my hands God damn When I testify or take the stand God damn I seriously can't afford this man God damn It's got me scheming on a master plan [Verse 3: Spose] It's been some years now Ain't completely stop Weed-stinking, beer-drinking I don't f** with the cops, nah I mellowed out I'm more intelligent now As opposed to the old Spose up in the felony crowd It's like, f** that I cut back a lot, for sure I'm hanging in there like nuts sacks in boxer shorts I'm not going to court I'm still repping F-4 Still Spizzy Spizzy Spose, b**hes Catch me on tour God damn