Dirt Deluxe

First up I wake up and I pick my creps Rub my eyes focalise cause I know what's next I got twenty tall trees with the steeze Twenty motherfucking years in overseas if he flees Motherfucker please relax Take a step back and open up The car door and don't give up Try to take it back Yea well man please shut the f*ck up I'm tryna tell a story so listen the f*ck up I'm back in on my way driving shotgun with my partner On our way to meet jerry lewis and the familly parker They're some rich motherfucking hillbillies Tryna buy mac millies off our trunk with the trees The funny thing I didn't know my man Jerry Honcho Big brother to the brother in law with the five-o Made things complicated They saw the drugs they got aggravated I'm looking to my partner like What the f*ck do you think we should do They were looking at me now I swear they're looking at you Like the cool calm motherfucking gangsta that he is He said take the motherfucking guns and the keys Man I said f*ck that shit F*ck f*ck f*ck you Jerry So I took my gun and I lit that shit up I blasted at Jerry and I fucked his shit up I shot his wife and kids and I don't give a f*ck Cause for money I'll do it all best of luck You know I didn't really shoot Jerry's wife and kids right That was just a joke I got love in my pocket And your drugs in my wallet A gun in my jacket And the need for me to start To come back and get you Girl I know I won't forget you I need to find a place away From all this crime and play God damn Straight back to the scene The fire's in my eyes I realise The cries when the motherfucker dies But there's one thing I still can't explain In my brain it seems insane Jerry got popped over something so lame As twenty keys of Mary Jane Twelve shots in his damn brother's head And me I feel the same about my generation I've done shit I wouldn't have if it was past the recession But god damn That's the sound of my phone Everytime you call me up Crying cause I'm gone Previous to our demise As the good guys I made Every misstep I could make But I was fourteen stacked With a head full of dreams And I got stupid then I made The same mistakes I made when I was sixteen Dod damn what a stupid idiot I got love in my pocket And your drugs in my wallet A gun in my jacket And the need for me to start To come back and get you Girl I know I won't forget you I need to find a place away From all this crime and play God damn I got love in my pocket And your drugs in my wallet A gun in my jacket And the need for me to start To come back and get you Girl I know I won't forget you I need to find a place away From all this crime and play God damn