Bad Luck Sleepy Hallow

[Intro]
(Great John on the beat, by the way)

[Chorus]
Huh, I just ran the bag up, and you bad luck
And I don't do the snakes, so I gotta keep the grass cut
Gang up in the front, chopper make 'em back up
I got what you want, Winners Circle, get your cash up

[Verse 1]
Who got you gassed up? I'm smokin' gas, car gassed up
And you know we gon' do the dash, can't pass us
Pull up, skrrt, gang, got the whole city wild up
Talkin' choppers, I'ma carry like Mariah
I know gang look like a stain, come and try us
We gon' ride 'til we got a flat tire
I know who gon' ride, who gon' slide
Who gon' really care about me if I die?
Sometimes, demons be arguin' in my mind
Demons at my door say they just wanna come inside
Shots fired, opps shot, another opp die
Cops shot another black guy
Know you hear it all the time
Word came from the grapevine
They don't wanna see a nigga shine
Know they wanna take mine
I ain't ever think I would shine
I ain't ever think I would