[Verse 1: KayMuni]

Keep your blicky where you play the streets

They took my childhood away from me, that's why I hate police

Fucked up my re, hit a stain and copped a eighth of each

Sentencing in twenty-one days, yo I prayed for weeks

Got my ten and never prayed again, astaghfirullah

Blue lights behind, bro you better not stop the car

Cause if you do, I'm going straight to the Green

No money for a lawyer, who gon' pay for the fees?

Cah that legal aid bullshit, they always get me birded

Ten if I cop out, get an eighteen at verdict

And I ain't gonna lie, I ain't tryna take my chancеs

Shawty just cried when she hеard I got remanded

Tell her "Just cool", it ain't nuttin to a G I guess

Shit I miss the days doing road, just me and Spesh

No point missing and wishing bro, just let it go

We tied in for life so when you see 'em, yo just let 'em know

OT for months, see yo I never took no days off

First couple days I built that line, I didn't make prof

Cah I was giving out samples like it's Christmas Day

My cats dem love me, I ain't turning off on Christmas Day

I hate when my T houses get raided

Licked a nine and put it on my line, I thought I made it

Ayo you can't be mad at me, we didn't have money

Really started buying waps from this crack money

[Verse 2: Little Torment]

Free the real, free the shooters, free all the trappers

I had to lose my Encro phone when the D's hacked us

I had to lose a few bros to get my P's stacked up

One phone call to the jail, get your G stabbed up

Early morning outside, I got the fiends lined up

No complaining bout this life, my nigga we signed up

I beat the prosecutor twice when it weren't looking nice

Smoking weed, my cellmate got the kettle cooking rice

Load the semi nine, was looking five but it should be life

Cause it was fully demon time tryna cook your slime

There weren't an issue that arised that got pushed aside

If we cared enough, none of us don't need a push to ride

Sliding through the same blocks, tryna dodge the plain cops

Tryna dodge the raindrops, crack cocaine rocks

BMW drop-tops, double twist my dreadlocks

Can't slip in the barbers chair, she knows this ain't no sweet shit

This that messy hair, I don't care, they said I'd never be shit

Belly had to get full, cooking off some petrol

Tryna cop some next tools, staying disrespectful

This that suited, booted, still get clear if you see me reaching

Give them boy their dinners, I ain't standing around just preaching

Cause them boy there rough, tryna hang around, they're just leeching

Cause I remember the days, no sweat, you was getting lit

Now the order's live, I just get in a brick