SWiTCH (i)

The author of this album has been arrested and behind bars For multiple occasions for things ranging from robbery While armed with a deadly weapon to parole violation Majority of their early careers was funded by selling and distributing ganja The feds'll shoot you because they out of breath The fiends gon' pay you because they out of meth I need me a milli' and not a dollar less I used to think that 'vesting meant to wear a vest I don't own a stock but I'll prolly crash And if you say it's up, nigga, that's your ass At seventeen they gave a nigga fifteen, huh The judge called it being lenient They called him stupid but to me it's kinda strange 'Cause to be a drug dealer, man, you got to be a genius Can't let my jean pocket be the teeniest So I'm looking for the ones that look the fiendiest That transaction was the action that was leading to the baggin' I just keep that shit a secret like Bohemian (bang, bang) Shit, now I got a felony They noses in the air but they still ain't smelling me Career ain't got no legs while these other niggas centipedes All 'cause they walk to school, me? I just walk the streets See, I gotta get paper I'm fighting for stability, the fade like taper Tell me what's safer Me running in a nigga safe or get hit with the piece When I'm running from the jakes? (Bang bang) The feds'll shoot you because they out of breath The fiends gon' pay you because they out of meth I need me a milli' and not a dollar less I used to think that 'vesting meant to wear a vest I don't own a stock but I'll prolly crash And if you say it's up, nigga, that's your ass (Bang, bang) See, really who fault is this when ignorance is bliss? Or when I went to sleep it wasn't followed by a kiss A momma didn't read me to bed as a kid So why would I read to myself for the win? I rather read the eyes of my opp before I sin And when it's been confirmed on the news then I grin See that's the shit that made me happy Ran up on him, caught him lacking Knocked him down, I Warren Sapp'd him Ran down and overlapped him The feds'll shoot you because they out of breath (used to want a nine to five) The fiends gon' pay you because they out of meth (grew up now I'd rather have nine .45's) I need me a milli' and not a dollar less (with the switch and an extension) I used to think that 'vesting meant to wear a vest (I am not the one to mention) (Choppa knocked him to a new dimension) I don't own a stock but I'll prolly crash (now that nigga dead in the trenches) And if you say it's up, nigga, that's your ass That's your ass, that's your ass, that's your ass Look, they gave my homie forty, he gave them people a dub back We started from the bottom, we got it from where the mud at The OG's used to cut three holes in a skull cap My youngest wear a Pooh Shiesty mask like, "Where the drugs at?" Been feeling uninspired, I'm trynna get my love back It's like my heart versus my mind in a grudge match Busta Rhymes told me, "Sometimes the industry does that" "Don't let it go to long 'cause it's hard getting that buzz back" That's why I been rapping so immaculately About the shit I actually seen or what happened to me Or what I been through I do it so passionately Sometimes I wear my emotions like a patch on the sleeve Of this varsity jacket that I threw on to match with my 3's I believed in myself, they ain't have to believe Some niggas with me that'll wipe your nose if you happen to sneeze Got 'em with me so they don't have to go back to the street Machine