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Verse 1) Undercover cops, they grabbed me in the night, Thought I was slick, but they had me in their sight, Rolling in the whip, windows tinted, feeling fly, But they pulled up fast, no time to say goodbye. Heart racing quick, like a beat in my chest, They flashed the badge, said I’m under arrest, Had a couple stacks on me, just trying to survive, Now I'm in the backseat, man, I gotta stay alive. (Verse 2) Questions in the dark, they probing for the truth, Told 'em I’m a hustler, just a kid from the booth, But they don’t wanna hear it, they just want the facts, Said, \You got the goods? Better watch your tracks.\ But I’m slick with my words, gotta play it real smooth, Gave 'em half a story, trying not to lose my groove, Undercover game, man, it’s colder than the streets, But I’m djay in this life, I won’t accept defeat.