Man after all the shit I've been through
This is one incident
Punk police tryin' to take me down
Man f*ck the five-O Haha!
You already know!
Man I've been runnin' for a minute
From my PO and he's trippin
Man I barely even checked in
Dawg I'm slippin' f*ck it
I need some wheels
So I pull a lick and now I'm dippin
An old school bucket is what I steal
So I can make some bills
Keep truckin' for real
A lot of consumption of alcohol
Drugs and f*ckin' different women
On different occasions
No need for assumptions
I am the product of corruption
Blazin' cuz I'm always lit
And prescribed by my doctor bitch
I'm swangin' and bangin' this stolen whip
As soon as I parked and got out of it
The pigs swarmed the car like flies on shit
But I'm too legit to quit
Plus I'm too quick
And good thing I was somewhat fit
Shit I'm bout to dip
The homie Cass came through with his bitch
Should have known right then
That I was f*ckin hit
From the feeling in my stomach
Should have made a better judgment
Two days later I didn't even see it comin
And now, and now I'm running son
I don't know why, I don't know
I'm runnin' from myself and the five
Runnin' from myself and the five
I hit the block at 2100 south and state
In the lake ya boy is feelin' great
Sippin' grapes scrapin' sideways
Right here in that f*ckin' Mormon state
Yea that's right, Utah but I call it the lake
But wait wait wait
Somethin' wasn't right
Started feelin' gassed up
A slight smell of bacon, coffee, and some donuts
So I stepped up
Goin' back to the crib and suddenly
It felt like I got stabbed, with lightning
Right in my forehead they tried to tayze me to the ground
A little dazed but not down
Cuz I pulled that prong out! Ouch!
Was able to dip out
Locked that door to my house
My homies bitch is on the couch
Askin' what was that about?
Please don't start this shit right now
I know I'm goin' back to f*ckin' jail
This time it's gon be long as hell
So we just started smokin' tough
They had had enough
Mr. Miles just give it up
Surrounded head poundin
They just started countin
Not makin' a sound then
Blood flowin' like fountains
I'm bleedin' and fiendin
My dope is depleting
No rhyme or no reason
That shit's out of season
I'm sayin' goodbye to the block for a sec
Just to go do more time
Ain't takin' a fine
Not either parole or probation
Extended vacation
I'll see you guys later
I don't know why, I don't know
I'm runnin' from myself and the five
Runnin' from myself and the five
Not many people be reppin' the lake these days
Matter of fact I know three and that's Me, Peezy and Damez
Just got out smokin' on them paper planes
Man I swear to God this year I'm goin' f*ckin' insane
Yea, you already know Meqanix