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SWiTCH (i)
IDK feat. Conway
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The author of this album has been arrested
And behind bars for multiple occasions
For things ranging from robbery while armed with a deadly weapon
To parole violation
Majority of their early career was funded by selling and distributing ganja
The feds will shoot you because they out of breath
The fiends gon' pay you because they out of Meth
I need me a milli', and not a dollar less
I used to think that investment meant to wear a vest
I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash
And if you say, "It's up", nigga, that's your ass
At 17, they gave a nigga 15, huh
The judge called it bein' lenient
They called 'em stupid, but to me, it's kinda strange
'Cause to be a drug dealer, man, you gotta be a genius
Can't let my jean pocket be the teeniest
So I'm lookin' for the ones that look the fiendiest
The transaction was the action that was leadin' to the baggin'
And I just keep that shit a secret, like bohemian (bang, bang)
Huh, shit, now I got a felony
They nose's in the air, but they still ain't smellin' me
Career ain't got no legs, while these other niggas, centipedes
All 'cause they walk to school, me, I just walk the streets, see?
I gotta get paper
I'm fightin' for stability, the fade, like taper
Tell me, what's safer? Me runnin' in a nigga safe
Or get hit with the piece when I'm runnin' from the jakes? (Bang, bang)
The feds will shoot you because they out of breath
The fiends gon' pay you because they out of Meth
I need me a milli', and not a dollar less
I used to think that investment meant to wear a vest
I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash
And if you say, "It's up", nigga, that's your ass
(Bang, bang) see, who really who fault is this when ignorance is bliss?
Or when I went to sleep, it wasn't followed by a kiss?
My momma didn't read me to bed as a kid
So why would I read to myself for the win?
I rather read the eyes of my opp before I sin
And when it's been confirmed on the news, then I grin
See, that's the shit that made me happy, ran up on him, caught him lackin'
Knocked him down, I Warren Sapp'd him, ran down and overlapped him (uh)
The feds will shoot you
Because they out of breath (I used to want a nine to five, grew up, now I have nine 45's)
The fiends gon' pay you because they out of Meth (with the switch and an extension)
I need me a milli', and not a dollar less (I am not the one to mention)
I used to think that investment meant to wear a vest (choppa knocked him to a new dimension)
I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash (now that nigga dead in the trenches)
And if you say, "It's up", nigga, that's your ass
That's your ass, that's your ass, that's your ass
(Look) they gave my homie 40, he gave 'em people a dub back
We started from the bottom, we got it from where the mud at
The OG's used to cut three holes in a skull cap
Now younging's wear a Pooh Shiesty mask like, "Where the drugs at?"
Been feelin' uninspired, I'm tryin' to get my love back
It's like my heart versus my mind in a grudge match
Busta Rhymes told me, "Sometimes the industry does that"
"Don't let it go too long, 'cause it's hard gettin' that buzz back"
That's why I've been rappin' so immaculately
About the shit I've actually seen or what happened to me
Or what I've been through, I do it so passionately
Sometimes, I wear my emotions like a patch on the sleeve
Of this varsity jacket that I threw on to match with my 3's
I believed in myself, they ain't have to believe
Some niggas with me that'll wipe your nose if you happen to sneeze
Got 'em with me, so they don't have to go back to the streets
(Machine)
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