Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelbis Roneld Perez
Songwriter
Jalonze King
Songwriter
Lyrics
Lighter flickers
Blunt lights up, now the air thicker
Staring at accounts, plotting how to make em bigger
Got an idea but there's always a kicker
He does it so he might aswell sell it?
Got the connects and they know how to mail it
Money tight too, he dont think how bad jail is
Met a few folk now they running up the dough
As they all grow, so does paranoia grow
He dont even know yet his homies is his foes
We all learn one way dont trust a soul
They set em up good, took it all and some more
Emotions ramped up, he put money on they door
Few days later, 2 bodies hit the floor
Karma's a bitch but his judgement was poor
Never got charged but he did catch a case
Not for the bodies but drugs in his place
He and his wife have a girl on the way
Stressed by the thought of not having it raised
His girl will write
I hope you read my letters, I be writing everyday
And Ill put money on yo books, I know you hate the trays
For the baby, please, promise to be safe
30 years what gotta he face
Lawyer and the DA talking how to drop the case
If he say no, he got life in a cage
Love is a drug, he put a pen to the page
Got an anklet in the next couple days
Detectives want to see him so they show up at his place
They tell em they'll find him if he go and do the race
Said he understood so they cutting off the brace
The plugs are his friends, but he snitched in the end
They came to find out and have hittas go sent
He change where he live but they find the 'partment
Pack in the mail, he go home open it
We know where you at, you can run but cant hide
You know that it means its a matter of time
Last hundred bucks, he go cop him a 9
He scared and he's up for 3 days at a time
1 weekend pass by hear a knock at the door
He say a lil prayer then just let the 9 blow
His wife get to screaming, detectives rush in
Red everywhere, body laid 'cross the floor
Notes on the table with 1 clear request
Make sure the baby come out and they lay him to rest
Plugs at the funeral, they make the arrests
And feds give her checks, so she dont gotta stress
Written by: Jalonze King, Kelbis Roneld Perez