[Verse 1]
I'm sorry for these forty-pointers in my Cartis
Early mornings, late for school, we was beefing more than Arby's
Toting choppers like a Harley, daydreaming of a damn Marley
Off-White same color as a Stanback
Quick to bleed a nigga block, that's a Tampax
Stepped on a chicken pot pie in some Van Gracks
We them ones giving head taps
Niggas know the truth, I dissent, I let you and your mans cap
How many times I gotta tell you niggas?
They know the real from the fake, man, these hoes, they can tell the difference
How many times I had to bail you niggas out?
Singlеhandedly, I'm the one who hеld the city down
By my lonesome, ask who did it first, me, that's who
Whole brick of Sade, this shit the sweetest taboo
From where the FBI and DEA'll snatch you
Give you so many letters, shit look like you playing Scrabble
Let's get it

[Chorus]
Until the judge bang the gavel
Until the truth be told and what have you
Until the story unfold and unravel
Until the evidence presented in a court of law
And the jury find me guilty, still it's ConCreatures
Even if they send me up shit creek without a paddle
It's Game Time Mafia where loyalty is law
Ducking the alphabet, shit feel like we playing Scrabble
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