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300 Fences
Boldy James & The Alchemist
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Where we at?
Let's get it
Bitch, it's ConCreatures 227, we the new BMF
Popped a Perc', poured up a six just to relieve the stress
Got fronted a couple bowls, just copped six hundred orange
Made it back from Royal house safe, right back on the warrant
Shootin' dice, in the last week, down like eighty K
Lost another nickel in one arm, send me on my way
Talked to Double earlier, forgot, was supposed to bump into her
Coco on the zip, anything she cop, I front it to her
Left my son at my father house, I need to pick him up
Can get him in the AM, but I might not feel like gettin' up
Damn near 3:30 in the morning on a dry day
Called pops, told him to bring him out, I'm in the driveway
Put him in the backseat of my Benz, took off in the wind
Five minutes away from where I live, made it to the crib
Out in Gross Point, need a new garage opener
Got into it with my bitch, she mad I don't be postin' her
Rung the bell, no answer, feel like I'm at the wrong spot
Didn't have my keys, had to break into my own house
Wifey wasn't home, hit her phone, said she rolled out
With her girls, took my son, pills, and the bowls
Out the car, took 'em in the house through the side door
Hit the alarm, then I let down the garage door
Older step-boy, should've sent him off to Job Corps
Was in his room the whole time, snorin' loud as a lawnmower
Put my son in my bed, hid my pills in the closet
Broke the bowls down, hid 'em behind the living room couches
Then went back to my whip and rolled up, by now, she pullin' in
Been fallin' out the whole month, got into it again
Grabbed my pills, forgot the weed, fuck it, I'm about to leave
Had two Os in the door that I forgot about
Her son woke up out his sleep, neighbor called the police
Gave a full description before a nigga could pull off the street
Six hundred OJ on the blue way, like a two-ten
Now they lookin' for a black male in a blue Benz
Got behind me, now I'm doin' 'bout a dollar ninety, whoa
Nigga almost flipped the whip over on 94
Hopped out and dipped through the beams on the overpass
Hid in the field, thankin' God they didn't mow the grass
Jumped three hundred fences, woke up on my brother Roc' house
Next morning, had a warrant, but was right back in the dope house
What else?
One is still on the loose
The man in all black, running in the opposite direction, did escape
Police are looking for him after a bizarre chase from start to finish
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