Dream

It's 8 O'clock I just got done with eight tracks Finna hit the road and go make somewhere near eighty racks one-twenty in a forty bitch I'm going real fast I see red and blue lights look the feds they on my ass But that ain't a problem I just step harder on the gas Now my heart thumpin' I just pray to God I don't crash If I crash at this speed bitch I'm turnin' into ash My whole life gone just like that in a flash Push the gas all the way down I'm tryna get around Because I can't leave my girl at home with a frown Yea I bust a U-Turn yea I do a turn-around Then I aim the micro drake and I let of ten rounds Foot back on the gas and I pass a dead cop I got a broken windshield but I still ain't gon' stop Put my dome out the window cuz I cannot see shit Look behind me and I see a cop tryna make a pit Start talkin' to myself like 'is this really it' I'm thinkin' f*ck no I don't even have a fuckin' kid If I die now I will be remembered as a bitch I bust a right and now I'm cutting through a bunch of red lights Yea I'm thinkin' to myself man I'm boutta do life I'm just searching for my phone I see a cop on my side Now I'm pissed off I turn the wheel and make him veer off He went straight into a pole and now that fucker dead too This shits fucked up but what would you do in my shoes Man f*ck that I need to get my ass back on track Yea I'm scrollin' through my phone I'm tryna find my google maps Now I'm at my homies crib I'm tryna lose the heat But I think I see the feds yea they creepin' down the street Yea I should be good I got the car parked in the garage But if they come up to the door its gon' be a whole barrage I'm closing all the blinds and I'm locking all the doors Yea I'm sittin' by the window bitch I'm almost on the floor And I'm paranoid what if my own homeboy is a narc Now I'm grippin' on my gun and I ain't scared to let it spark I seen him textin' on his phone, just as the feds started creepin' up to the door Now I gotta think quick do I take the keys and dip I just aimed the drake at him and I told him not to trip 'This a hostage situation bro just play this shit cool' 'Just keep your mouth closed bitch that's the only rule' Feds knockin' now but I dont know what I should do Maybe I should start shootin' that might be the move I aimed at my boy's chest I let off four rounds Sorry this the way that it had to go down That boy collapsed he layin' face first on the ground The feds tryna kick open the door they real loud Yea I'm runnin' out the back bitch you know I got the keys But before I knew it I had twenty guns aimed at me I looked for any exits tryin my best just to flee They said I was surrounded and I couldn't fuckin' leave So I pulled the drake out and I tried to let it squeeze Wake up in my bed and it was all a fuckin' dream