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(专辑： Living Off Xperience - 2020)

Somebody slipped me a mickey
I'm dusting my Raucomb
Can't see straight and I can't feel my jawbone
Can't find my phone so I can't even call home
Damn

Heard a nigga said he was bugging
Where Sheek, Louch or Jadakiss or cousin?
Which one of them niggas could come get him?
'Cause homie set him up and you know that he gone wet 'em
Don't know where I'm at or why I'm there
Or what the fuck I was doing, my memory is ruined
If I blacked out that seems awkward
I feel nauseous, I'm usually so cautious
Searching for something that's familiar
But then I smell haze from Vermilyea
I guess I'm on Dyckman in the Heights
Then I heard nut-cracker and Vicodin and Ice
It was the plug's right hand
Fucking gun butt, woke up in the big white van
Y'all niggas just kidnapped the kid?
He told me, "Hell yeah, boy, you you know what it is
I know where you live, I'ma bring you to the crib
If you don't get the money up, Imma kill your kids"
Told him, "nigga I just moved"
He hit me with the gun again, I know it's gone bruise

Damn, came in the house, took of my shoes
Put my feet up, grabbed the remote, turned on the news
Cheese Doodles, Ramen Noodles, Toaster Strudels
I'm high, nigga 'bout to make pancakes
Or should I just go to sleep until Styles come?
He taking too long we supposed to do a juice bar run
Then my phone rang like yo we got your man (Who this)
I hang up like this stupid bitch playing again
Then he hit me with a picture of SP
I'm saying to myself, "What kidnapper gone text me?"
Fuck outta here, LOL, FOH
Then he send another picture with a gun on his waist
I'm like, oh shit, I need more liquor
I got money and everything don't touch my nigga
Where we meeting at? I'm coming alone, grab my chrome
Then I hit my nigga Kiss on the phone
Ayo dog, it's funky out this bitch
It's some coward niggas trying to get rich
I swear to God Imma leave these niggas right in the ditch
He like (Yo, chil, chill, try to relax, I know you ready to go to war)
I'm like nigga that's facts
But if you come around the back, silencers on
And put a couple in the air, these niggas is gone

I grabbed the 44 long, they think something is sweet
Box of shells already had the pump in the jeep
Closed casket, I ain't leaving nothing to see
Tryna figure out who these niggas fucking with P
They probably seen him making a bet, putting it in
We got family on Sherman, it wouldn't be them
Like the line between love and hate, couldn't be thin
They don't rock like that or we wouldn't be friends
Ready to dump on sight in front of the law
I met Louch on Academy in front of the stall
Was the call blocked or did they leave a number to call?
(We like nah, son, private, hop in, drive it
Anything we ever been through we survived it, you know that, nigga)
Real talk I just hope they don't try shit
Before we get to em or somebody gotta die quick
Shit, I was lost for a second
I snapped right back when we crossed 207th
Thinking to myself should've bought the MAC-11
Seen a white van following the Porsche in the seven
Damn maybe I'm just illing
The van made a right, BM in the Porsche trailed 'em
We was two cars back
They went through the light and pulled over by a building
Still no signs of the ghost
We kept our eyes on 'em, but we didn't play em close
Seen the crib that they went in
Cocked my shit, Louch slipped another clip in
Knocked on the door with the hammers
They all looking at the playback on the cameras
Lucky we ain't squeeze off the weapons
Part of a short film that P was directing

Yeah, we needed to get it without rushing
We set it up right the white van was production
We caught y'all both in rare form
We gotta shoot shit like this from here on

Then we got high and bent
And laughed it off
Yeah, and that's how that went, word

This nigga P
He got me and Louch riding all around Washington Heights
With muthafucking pumps, 44 longs, Desert Eagles
All kind of shit that get you 100 years
Looking for this nigga in one of these buildings
And the whole time he taping this shit
For him and
Shooting a sort film him and Poos wrote
This niggas the illest yo

Anyway after we calmed down
The Dominican niggas gave us a couple ounces
We bought a couple bottles
We got high and drunk
And we laughed that shit off while them niggas was editing that shit
This nigga's crazy yo!