
Date of issue: 27.08.2020
Song language: English
Story |
Somebody slipped me a mickey |
I’m dustin' 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 buggin' |
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 doin', my memory is ruined |
If I blacked out that seems awkward |
I feel nauseous, I’m usually so cautious |
Searchin' for somethin' 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 |
Fuckin' 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 takin' 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 playin' again |
Then he hit me with a picture of SP |
I’m sayin' 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 everythin' don’t touch my nigga |
Where we meetin' at? |
I’m comin' 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 tryin' 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 somethin' is sweet |
Box of shells already had the pump in the jeep |
Closed casket, I ain’t leavin' nothin' to see |
Tryna figure out who these niggas fuckin' with P |
They probably seen him makin' a bet, puttin' 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 |
Anythin' 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 |
Thinkin' to myself should’ve bought the MAC-11 |
Seen a white van followin' the Porsche in the seven |
Damn maybe I’m just illin' |
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 buildin' |
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 lookin' at the playback on the cameras |
Lucky we ain’t squeeze off the weapons |
Part of a short film that P was directin' |
Yeah, we needed to get it without rushin' |
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 ridin' all around Washington Heights |
With muthafuckin' pumps, 44 longs, Desert Eagles |
All kind of shit that get you 100 years |
Lookin' for this nigga in one of these buildings |
And the whole time he tapin' this shit |
For him and- |
Shootin' 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 editin' that shit |
This nigga’s crazy yo! |
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