Lyrics:
These niggas changed, they got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country cause I'm a felon homie
And I don't trust these niggas, they be telling on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plotting on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch homie
Niggas say they real, but they acting funny
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these bitches
Drunk right now, so you know I meant it
If you know me then you know nigga Chi town like my second home
I done flew a private jet for some Harold's Chicken straight from Rome
I done bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone
Nigga I can't talk right now, got pussy on my tongue
I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summer
Just to fly back home and found out y'all done killed my little brother
Shit is fucked up on these streets
Why the fuck would I think about some rap beef
Nigga I got bigger fish to fry now
Empty out my account and I'll pay for sleep
Where's my bottle
Money change and people change and people come
And people go and act estranged
I'm aggravated cause they hated, confirmation for success
Anticipated, I can taste it
I can chase it back down with liquor
I could drown out my sorrows
But I ain't a sorry ass nigga
Get up off your ass, make yourself a hundred racks
Bitch, get up off your ass, throw it back back back
Back inside my 'Bach, back in a garage that we can jack
Bitch I love my hood, I'm strapped up, what's good
Heard someone said
These niggas changed, they got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country cause I'm a felon homie
And I don't trust these niggas, they be telling on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plotting on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch homie
Niggas say they real, but they acting funny
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
Coming up, gotta watch who you hang with
I'm still with the same niggas I came with
On the block with the same niggas I banged with
If you ain't talking money I don't know your language
I come from that very very bottom
Now I'm getting money and I'm seeing stardom
My niggas savage, don't start 'em
We up them guns, if it's a fucking problem
Money coming in, don't have money problems
Kicked your bitch out cause she ain't wanna swallow
All these bitches thots, acting like models
Fredo, I'm the king of Chicago
Gotta .30 and I fill it up with hollows
Got bricks and I feel like El Chapo
I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit bitch
Since I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch
These niggas changed, they got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country cause I'm a felon homie
And I don't trust these niggas, they be telling on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plotting on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch homie
Niggas say they real, but they acting funny
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
"He's leaving via the roof, the bastard's got away.
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
"He's leaving via the roof, the bastard's got away.
The streets were deserted though the police were alerted
They considered the phone call a hoax
Furtively glancing the jauntily prancing
The youth caught the guards unaware
Slipping between them he ought to have seen the
The eyes and their owner so near
With torch shining bright he strode on in the night
Till he came to the room with the safe
"Hello son, I hope you're having fun"
"You've got it wrong Sir, I'm only the cleaner"
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever
Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony
He picked up the diamonds and bundles of fivers
He pushed them well down in his sack
But the alarm had been sounded, he was completely surrounded
But he had some more tricks up his sleeve
"Come outside with your hands held high"
"You'll not get me alive Sir, I promise you that Sir"
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever
Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony
"He's leaving via the roof, the bastard's got away
God always fights on the side of the bad man"
"I've got clean away but I'll be back some day
Just the combination will have changed
Some day they'll catch me, to a chain they'll attach me
But until that day I'll side the old crime wave
If they try to hold me for trial
I'll stay out of jail by paying my bail
And after I'll go to the court of appeal saying
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever"
The streets were deserted though the police were alerted
They considered the phone call a hoax
Furtively glancing the jauntily prancing
The youth caught the guards unaware
Slipping between them he ought to have seen the
The eyes and their owner so near
With torch shining bright he strode on in the night
Till he came to the room with the safe
"Hello son, I hope you're having fun"
"You've got it wrong Sir, I'm only the cleaner"
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever
Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony
He picked up the diamonds and bundles of fivers
He pushed them well down in his sack
But the alarm had been sounded, he was completely surrounded
But he had some more tricks up his sleeve
"Come outside with your hands held high"
"You'll not get me alive Sir, I promise you that Sir"
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever
Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony
"He's leaving via the roof, the bastard's got away
God always fights on the side of the bad man"
"I've got clean away but I'll be back some day
Just the combination will have changed
Some day they'll catch me, to a chain they'll attach me
But until that day I'll side the old crime wave
If they try to hold me for trial
I'll stay out of jail by paying my bail
And after I'll go to the court of appeal saying
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever"
The streets were deserted though the police were alerted
They considered the phone call a hoax
Furtively glancing the jauntily prancing
The youth caught the guards unaware
Slipping between them he ought to have seen the
The eyes and their owner so near
With torch shining bright he strode on in the night
Till he came to the room with the safe
"Hello son, I hope you're having fun"
"You've got it wrong Sir, I'm only the cleaner"
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever
Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony
He picked up the diamonds and bundles of fivers
He pushed them well down in his sack
But the alarm had been sounded, he was completely surrounded
But he had some more tricks up his sleeve
"Come outside with your hands held high"
"You'll not get me alive Sir, I promise you that Sir"
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever
Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony
"He's leaving via the roof, the bastard's got away
God always fights on the side of the bad man"
"I've got clean away but I'll be back some day
Just the combination will have changed
Some day they'll catch me, to a chain they'll attach me
But until that day I'll side the old crime wave
If they try to hold me for trial
I'll stay out of jail by paying my bail
And after I'll go to the court of appeal saying
"You've done me wrong", it's the same old song forever"
Maxwell can't tell he's in hell
He just wants you to visit him there
Same old game that he's playin'
His rules are never fair
Nobody want to look back everybody want to get high tonight
Before they run outta time where's the felon the chargeable
Felon the name of the crook who committed the crime
Dial nine nine nine if you really want the truth
Dial nine nine nine if you can't see it through
He ain't Jack the Ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you
Maxwell got a hand in this plan
He knows who you are in this plan
Shop the rock before you bought it
Sickness Maxwell knows you caught it
Nobody want to look back
Everybody want to get high tonight before they run out of time
Where's the felon, the chargiale felon
The name of the crook who committed the crime
Dial nine nine nine if you really want the truth
Dial nine nine nine if you can't see it through
He ain't Jack the Ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you
Oh Max, you motherfucker
Dial nine nine nine if you really want the truth
Dial nine nine nine if you can't see it through
He ain't Jack the Ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you
Tell 'em, ok
Tell 'em I got plenty hustle to sell 'em
Heat by the fleet, displaying it very seldom
Lead how right to light ignite my cerebellum
Close to the pen like I had three felons
Come from a city where niggas show no remorse
And the corpse is just another
Homie taking this course
Of course my dream was to
Play in the final four
Til the twelve grade came and
I was only five four
So Now I’m a graduate, looking to get higher
My pops knew a security job, he inquired
But ignorance is bliss
That's what I was told i stop
Drop the role when somebody else fired
Now there goes another black boy unemployed
With a lot of free time
Which means he’s hungry or just
A lot of free crime
I lived it in my rhymes, and
When I hit the porch, this is what I realize
Wassup
How they get us so (uh), so emotional
You think you Natt Turner
What you want the folks to know
(When Larry Jackson called
They let Frank Ocean go)
Middle name Mandela
Me and mama sold dope together
I can't hear you, Helen Keller
Since fifteen I've been a felon
A felon can vote, spread the message
Exhale acapella
I still throw my diamond up
Oh, you still reppin' Roc-A-Fella
Me and Dame in the studio, diamond up (what up Dame?)
Stumbling before you speak
Stunning and stunning and stunning the black
You turn turncoat
Inward to seek out all your hopes
It's your signals
That hurts me most
We're in the middle
We're in the middle, Ghosts
We're in the middle
We're in the middle, Ghosts
Rue like a tyrant
Make like a valentine
Tear like a siren
Sulk like a sunken mine
Kingdoms of my kingdom come
It's all but one, so
Row like a felon
Drown like a captain's son
But say how long can this go on?
We're in the middle
We're in the middle Ghosts
We're in the middle
We're in the middle Ghosts
Stumbling before you speak
Stunning and stunning with canons to lead
And tigers tight
You scan the fields, someone dies tonight
It's tragic, but at least it's not you
We're in the middle
We're in the middle Ghosts
We're in the middle
We're in the middle Ghosts
We're in the middle
We're in the middle Ghosts
We're in the middle
We're in the middle Ghosts
Lean up on my roof (Skyah)
Gold up in my tooth (What?)
Cop another coupe (Skrrt) felon on the loose
Lean up on my roof (Brrt)
Gold up in my tooth
Cop-Cop-Cop another coupe (Alright)
Felon on the loose (Alright)
Quali' or the tech?
We The Best Music
Special cloth alert
DJ Khaled
Still playing with them M's (M's), thinking like a felon (felon)
Hope Shakir Stewart see me balling down from heaven
All I know is that these rap niggas dry snitching and telling
That work don't even come like that, fuck is you selling?
(JTK)
Boy, you in these, ayy
Boy, you in these streets, better look left and right (left and right)
'Cause them niggas out here killin', they'll take your life (take your life)
Killed him, now he out of mind, out of sight (Hey)
Told the gang better focus, boy, ain't no losin' sight (no losin' sight)
Foenem in the kitchen whippin' Caroline (Caroline)
And I'm still ridin' with them felons, right (ridin' with them felons, right)
Every mornin', we trappin' and then we kill at night (then we kill at night)
Got addicted to drugs 'cause I wasn't feelin' right
Thank God for these blessings when I wake up in the mornin'
Prayed through the struggle, now we shinin' in them foreigns
Lil' Blast, that's my brother, he on X while I'm performin'
We don't fuck with you, if you ain't gang, you not important
We are not for nothin', nigga, this a friendly warning
Lil' Doug, he like KD, ain't no stoppin' him from scorin'
Chopper clappin' loud, got it soundin' like it's stormin'
Like we playin' operation, rearrange your organs
Fire out that torch gon' leave a pussy nigga scorchin'
Niggas out here snitchin', gotta watch out for informants
Pills got me trippin', I pop X when it get borin'
Now I'm hearin' voices in my head like Randy Orton
Boy, you in these streets, better look left and right (left and right)
'Cause them niggas out here killin', they'll take your life (take your life)
Killed him, now he out of mind, out of sight (Hey)
Told the gang better focus, boy, ain't no losin' sight (no losin' sight)
Foenem in the kitchen whippin' Caroline (Caroline)
And I'm still ridin' with them felons, right (ridin' with them felons, right)
Every mornin', we trappin' and then we kill at night (then we kill at night)
Got addicted to drugs 'cause I wasn't feelin' right
Sometimes I just pray that I'ma make it out
Remember back in the day, bitch been tryna break it down
Told my brother, "I love ya", cross me, I'll take ya out
Niggas flexin' with dollars and we gon' take 'em down, uh
Ain't nothin' but killers and drug dealers who I'm rollin' with
Never been robbed except for once, but I won't go again
Said they want smoke, so we gon' slide and we gon' blow again
He talkin' tough, so he gon' die, bet he won't show again
I remember days when we ain't have it (We ain't have it)
Ay, I had dreams of sippin' lean in the Aston (Sippin' lean in the Aston)
Foenem brought the Dracos, fully automatic (Fully automatic)
Step up out the way if Foenem get to blastin' (Foenem get to blastin')
Boy, you in these streets, better look left and right (left and right)
'Cause them niggas out here killin', they'll take your life (take your life)
Killed him, now he out of mind, out of sight (hey)
Told the gang better focus, boy, ain't no losin' sight (no losin' sight)
Foenem in the kitchen whippin' Caroline (Caroline)
And I'm still ridin' with them felons, right (ridin' with them felons, right)
Every mornin', we trappin' and then we kill at night (then we kill at night)
Got addicted to drugs 'cause I wasn't feelin' right (feelin' right)
We can do a hotel or get up in a swimming pool
Set up on the mountaintop, let you get a hella view
Once you get the diznick, you do what I tell it to
Ain't no telling like Jack told Helen
You can hang out it with a he-she or chill out with a felon
I'm a go-gorilla not your average bitch nigga
All I want is your money but I just might hit up
Phone jumpin' up on the wall that gotta be my dawg
I been tryna make some time for your calls
Wish I can take 'em all
I swear there ain't no felon, too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
I swear there ain't no felon too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
Phone jumpin' up on the wall that gotta be my dawg
I been tryna make some time for your calls
Wish I can take 'em all
I swear there ain't no problem, too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
I swear there ain't no felon too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
Yeah, I'll be lying if I say shawty really on con'
I done tried everything in the world just to make you mine
Like number 9 they call me Rondo girl I'm hard to find
You really set me girl, you can't even define
You do for me I spend these blues
You for me I'll shoot for you
Girl cut out all that attitude they just doing what groupies do
I made a vow to never change and keep it real with the crew
I know my mama proud of me Balenciaga shoes
Phone jumpin' up on the wall that gotta be my dawg
I been tryna make some time for your calls
Wish I can take 'em all
I swear there ain't no felon, too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
I swear there ain't no felon too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
Phone jumpin' up on the wall that gotta be my dawg
I been tryna make some time for your calls
Wish I can take 'em all
I swear there ain't no problem, too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
I swear there ain't no felon too big or small
I'll never let 'em fall
Yeah, collect from pa'
I might rap the whole time we on the phone
He like, "Lil bruda How you living?
(Everything Mvjor)
I got two duffel bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her
Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again
Don't non of my diamonds be SI's
I bought some Cartiers just for my left eye
Killin' on the Southside, money on the Westside
Hustler, I could sell Popeyes to Popeyes
I got it out the mud, I ain't never had shit
Gang, gang, gang, niggas know what it is
Hermes rag when I wipe my tears
Carat and carat shit in my ear
And I go Johnny, ain't goin' no veneers
I see Lil' D when I look in the mirror
Lamb truck, I ain't gotta pop it in gear
Hurtin' my mom only thing that I fear
And that shit scary
Fake niggas real, let 'em tell it
My pockets got like Jared
But this ain't Subway
I'ma keep my nine just like RJ Barrett
I got two duffel bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her
Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again
(Von)
I'm King Von from the O
The dirty lil' boy, used to sleep on the floor
The same lil' nigga chased off by the store
And now I got a mil', nigga, I'm the GOAT
Heart so cold, need a Moncler coat
My gun hot like I got it out the stove
Your bitch weak, won't touch that ho
Free Cdai, Numba9, D-Rose
Bangman, Duke, can't forget Ebo (uh-huh)
They my bros, O Block, 6-0 (uh-huh)
They with me everywhere I go
You better know if I blow, he blow
Me and Whitewall was posted up by the store
Me and LA was drillin' shit when it was cold
Reminiscin' on the days when we was close
I love both sides, just to let you know
I got two duffel bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her
Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again
Watch me
Place yourself in the shoes of true felons (uh-huh)
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get (that's right)
At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it?
I don't like those other guys looking at your curves
I don't like you walking 'round with physical jerks
Everything they say and do is getting on my nerves
Soon the will be lucky to be picking up the perks
'Cause when they pull the shutters down
And throw up in the dark
They'll find that all the dogs outside
Bite much worse than they bark
Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury
Oh, the thrill is here but it won't last long
You better have your fun before it moves along
And you're already looking for another fool like me
I call you Betty Felon 'cause you are a pretty villain
And I think that I should tell them that you'd make a pretty killing
'Cause meanwhile up in heaven they are waiting at the gate
Saying, "We'd always knew you'd make it
Didn't think you'd come this late"
And now it's much too dangerous
To stop what you've begun
When everyone in paradise carries a gun
Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury
Oh, the thrill is here but it won't last long
You better have your fun before it moves along
And you're already looking for another fool like me
Later in the evening when arrangements are made
I'll be at the keyhole outside your bedroom door
'Cause I'm the first to know whenever the plans are laid
That never go further than floor to floor
You think that I don't know the boy
That you're touching
But I'll be at the video and I will be watching
Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury
Oh, the thrill is here but it won't last long
You better have your fun before it moves along
And you're already looking for another fool like me
Redo the deal for eight mil'
I told the label I want a F5
I really be rappin' my niggas be trappin'
Don't hit up the phone if you ain't gon' buy
We went to the jeweler and I spent them bands
And now her wrist flooded
It's lookin' like mine
I'm up in New York if you know I'm a felon
You know that I'm thuggin'
I'm strapped wit' that iron
Kill everybody, even the OG's
That's what I'm applyin'
I really be rappin' my niggas be trappin'
Don't hit up the phone if you ain't gon' buy
We went to the jeweler and I spent them bands
And now her wrist flooded
It's lookin' like mine
I'm up in New York if you know I'm a felon
You know that I'm thuggin'
I'm strapped wit' that iron
Kill everybody, even the OG's
That's what I'm applyin'
Redo the deal for eight mil'
I told the label I want a F5
I really be rappin' my niggas be trappin'
Don't hit up the phone if you ain't gon' buy
We went to the jeweler and I spent them bands
And now her wrist flooded
It's lookin' like mine
I'm up in New York if you know I'm a felon
You know that I'm thuggin'
I'm strapped wit' that iron
Kill everybody, even the OG's
That's what I'm applyin'
My mission, no competition, kill'em all like roaches
Wit more niggas on my team, and we all some soldiers
I'm re-adjustin you nigga's focus, ya'll see tha game crooked
No nigga that I know could take tha game where I took it
Black Felon still yellin habitual offender
Ya'll niggaz better keep a distance from the rath of this blender
I was born without a heart, so I live off game
If I get tempted then I can flip it, nigga I breath pain
[Chorus X3]
Hundred racks in no Cadillacs, now pull your cards out (pull your cards out)
See a felon, then feed the felons, so they think you jealous
Say you love him and write him letters, but you never mail 'em
Facts, I'm at the top because I'm chargin' tax, acts
Oh, no, niggas don't respect the code (respect the code)
(Renzel, a.k.a William)
Oh, no (the big fish, Tilikum)
Act like bitches, niggas act like hoes (uh, they disrespect the code)
Catch insomnia, oh don't you sleep (keep your eyes open)
Keep your open (your eyes), your eyes open (yeah, yeah)
You just inspect the code
You don't respect the code
Shit
I got two boys and a wife
I live a luxurious life
And I'm respected in this game
Cause I do's the same
Man, look here
Let me spit you something for a second
Cause I see y'all ain't been peeping out my record
I see ladies, I see players, and I see haters
And all you fools who perpetrate us, I'll get back with ya later
I got a plate of shrimps, laughing with some pimps
Chopping game, while my diamond's swinging
Banking off my gold chain
My time has come
The way it's done
No more being strung
Around just like a bun
My dues are paid
Darkness was paved
Let's go find some shade
Then we've got it made
Money ain't everything dog, but I tell ya
If I didn't have it, i'd be labelled as a felon
So, as long as I breathe, I achieve
Keep god first in my life, I know that's right
And I prevail, whether I do or don't sell
It ain't about that, it's about giving back
We trying to get our live on, while you jib on
Let a homie get his sang on, instead of his bang on
My life's my friends
And it's gonna be here till the end
It brought me a past
Out the hood, so I know it's gonna last
Down by the sea
Is where all the ladies see me
They tried to flash
Be down, but I had to make a dash
He went from a bucket to a benz, from some change to some ends
From his homies in the pen, to his balling friends
You know, flossy, flossin, bossy, bossin, boss
But I paid the cost
I wanna go
As far as I can go
Just not loco though
Japan and even Tokyo
Yeah broadcasting live to your radiostation
This is Snoop Dogg
You know what I'm saying
Yeah giving a shout out
Mr X-to-the-Z-Xzibit
To all the homeboys on Dogghouse Records
Like this
187.4fm on your dial
W-Balls
Im talkin about clinton, rikers, jolead, you know every prison in the whold fuckin world man, thats like you know all bullshit you know. they say slavery has been abolished except for the convicted felon yall need to think about that. that lets you know what the fuckin constitution is really about you know.
My Adidas
Standin' on two fifth street
Funky fresh and yes, cold on my feet
With no shoe string in 'em, I did not win 'em
I bought 'em off the ave with the black Lee denim
I like to sport 'em, that's why I bought 'em
A sucker tried to steal 'em so I caught 'em and I thwart 'em
And I walk down the street and bop to the beat
With Lee on my leg and Adidas on my feet
And yo, now I'm just standin' here shootin' the gip
Me and D and my Adidas standing on two fifth
My Adidas
My Adidas
Now
Me and my Adidas do the illest things
We like to stomp out pimps with diamond rings
We slay all suckers who perpetrate
And lay down law from state to state
We travel on gravel, dirt road or street
I wear my Adidas when I rock the beat
On stage, front page, every show I go
It's Adidas on my feet, high top or low
My Adidas
My Adidas (what up, what up, what up)
Now the Adidas I possess for one man is rare
Myself homeboy got fifty pair
Got blue and black, 'cause I likes to chill
And yellow and green when it's time to get ill
Got a pair that I wear when I'm playin' ball
With the heal inside make me ten feet tall
My Adidas, only bring good news
And they are not used as felon shoes
They're black and white, white with black stripe
The ones I like to wear when I rock the mic
On the strength of our famous university
We took the beat from the street and put it on TV
My Adidas are seen on the movie screen
Hollywood knows we're good if you know what I mean
We started in the alley, now we chill in Cali
And I won't trade my Adidas for no beat up Bally's
My Adidas
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