Say we got bowls in the living room white on the stove
A couple thousand beans no rice for them tho
Got a house full of straps niggas running patrol
We got one on the porch
We got one at the door
We got kids in the back room about three or four
They momma ain't here we sent the bitch to the store
We need bag for the green and razor blades for the blow and rubber bands for the money
O and tissue and soap
Trap house jumping off the hinges for the dope
And the nigga on the porch is on the phone
So he ain't catch the nas pouring up like he was poor
Or he could have sent the word they already at the door
Boy, its pure chaos running the back doors
Trying flush a whole sack of soft down the camo
And thats a no no
They laid us all face down on the floor
And half these niggas ain't old enough to vote
LET ME SPEAK TO MY LAWYER

Verse 2
Back seat of the squad car
Getting read all this shit im being charger for
They shut a nigga down like garage doors
They found enough fire power to start a small war
We can't blame society its all our fault
This is where niggas start snitching to cut they time off
They keep searching the house and finding more and more
And taking the girl kids away we can't do nothing for her
They bustin walls open cutting up sofas and mattress
Just to find out where all the cash is hid
I dont know shit about shit so dont ask me shit
We knew the risk yet we still couldn't imagine this
Every nigga in the house pumping packages
And now we all getting charges like batteries
You think im giving niggas up it ain't happening
Be grateful i even let u niggas capture me
LET ME SPEAK TO MY LAWYER (NOTCH)