HOUSE ARREST

Balenziaga body bag Where they keep body parts for body guards that's only acting bad And attitude is half of that Bounty on your head it's strykers asking what's the price of that Hit the stain then clean the mess and hang you out to dry just like a towel rack Locked in I left myself in house arrest Had to go ghost but I finally got the power back We cocking back I send the Stryker fifty under contract They blew rays and only raise cannons Where the Tommy at The white face will only raise panic Mitochondriac the code name for mass incarceration Spin the Pontiac from bocage on way to hamtramck No contact the plug only speak in bank statements I can pawn that little touch of gold that motivates a brother to go and sell his soul As you can see what you seek is the same thing you reap and sow We keep it clean but we reeking so We air out then wipe off the ARP serial Only time we leak is if the doctor cleaning bullet holes Wounds you never heal from Coming from a serpent's tongue they sing the sweetest tunes into your ear drum Besides God I don't really fear much Nothing tells more than the eye does I only hit it one time somehow I made karma cum My homie ducking one time not sure why crodie on the run If you gunning freedom might as well consider copping one Jamir is like the chosen one My brother strike the iron guarantee he get a hole in one I pray for all the opps you f*ck with us you'll be the holy one And better hope that you the only one Cause if not it's beef stock it's brewing the streets hot there's nothing to cool heat that we got Brody got a temper like tea pots he knock off a tree top and won't stop until about sixty-three leaves drop You eavesdrop telephone rings that's when the T stops I'm from a city where bodies on the floor means face prints at Tee shops Collection every call just make sure you keep stock Ask how I got a baddie on each block that's sending the three dots You know they love a nigga from east side So close but out of reach I asked you if you up so I can f*ck you back to sleep Oh how the tables turn I need to have myself a seat Thought they were raking leaves they dragging bodies down the street Little homie knew his rights before he ever learned to read Better watch out for the company you keep Especially if that company gone keep you on a leash I've been peeping everything is just nothing as it seems They say I know too much but what exactly does that mean