Hop up pop up drop up ops dead left his head red folks seen him bled left him covered in lead Told him we don’t play Now we let him we’re he lay caught his boys sippin in the day Now he’s gon have to pay mamma told I better pray I told her every day people tried to keep me out the business now I ask my slelf why do I ask fo forgiveness last time shot my street friend had big homie acting like an eyewitness fucked me up when they wrote a statement had to lock me up when I was hustling on the cold hard pavement now im seeking higher placement No more need to trap in the basemen don’t worry stay patient stationed in the trenches Lately people running there mouth I’ve been chilling high flying south smoking weed getting Cottonmouth