Story
(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!