Ten-Eight

I think I need therapy Gotta talk and get some kind of clarity My baby mama don't want me 'round my kid Just imagine how that shit feel Can't trust nobody in the hood I know these niggas they'll kill Me if they could Every attempt ever made straight backfired Tell the cops I'm legit, bitch, I rap now Still on G shit, still on C shit Everybody mad 'cause they thought I wouldn't be shit ten-eight and Broadway Niggas tried to murder me there If you ain't heard about me then You ain't from around there Mr betty Crocker cake baker, casino breaker Better suck it right now 'cause You won't see me later Bro, I spend bands on this shit Put my mans on this shit When I come up, don't be mad You was playin' with this shit, Nigga It might sound crazy, I really love the hood You ain't gotta worry I'ma keep us lookin' good ten-Eight Got myself an uzi and a black four-five It might sound crazy, I really love the hood You ain't gotta worry I'ma keep us lookin' good ten-Eight Got myself an uzi and a black four-five, uh Am I stuck in this shit? Always in somethin' fast pullin' Up to this shit Always plottin' on gettin' me some money Credit score almost at 800 Feel the pressure from the transition Now the whole crew is hand-pickin' Bust big plays, split bags with 'em Couple times I fell off But ain't nobody know 'Cause I move too fast I'm right back on it back to the business Feds kickin' in the door If I get back on some loced out crippin' Niggas unhappy, makin' me nervous Make one wrong move, I'ma squirt it If I'm judged by twelve What's the verdict? See me, niggas, real motives and I heard it Disturbin' that's how I let it go And if it wasn't for music Y'all woulda been got smoked It might sound crazy, I really love the hood You ain't gotta worry I'ma keep us lookin' good ten-Eight What's happenin', bitch?