[Intro]
M-My love is real, ooh, ooh
(Conductor, we have a problem)
[Verse 1]
Detectives asked me if I remember the night that's in question, I told 'em, "Vaguely"
Can't remember nothing outside of me being angry
Gave a false description, ain't no rule to the exception
Never writing down no statement, never doin' no confession
Heard him tell it all like he doin' an impression
'Nothеr play, another plot, another funeral rеcession
Silent, but deadly, quiet niggas'll kill
Allergic to the shield, I'm used to all the aggression
In that interrogation room, niggas snitched for less
Wiggled out that triple murder, I'm a triple-threat
Took it all the way to the door, fuck if I blow trial
Whole bureau know that a nigga high-profile
Lucky got a double, Russell was looking at a dime
Grandma told me to slow down, I couldn't at the time
Wish I could do it all again if I could press rewind
I still'll walk them niggas down like the second line
[Chorus]
Tight-roping in the streets, this shit is death-defyin'
When your mans the witness in your case testifyin'
Whipped my last ninety circles with a wire hanger
Jumping through them fire hurdles like a lion tamer
Feel like a Green Bay fan for them green backs
I put that cheddie on your head like a cheese hat
Two and a hottie, finna slid the machine back
My youngin catchin' bodies like a flying trapeze act
M-My love is real, ooh, ooh
(Conductor, we have a problem)
[Verse 1]
Detectives asked me if I remember the night that's in question, I told 'em, "Vaguely"
Can't remember nothing outside of me being angry
Gave a false description, ain't no rule to the exception
Never writing down no statement, never doin' no confession
Heard him tell it all like he doin' an impression
'Nothеr play, another plot, another funeral rеcession
Silent, but deadly, quiet niggas'll kill
Allergic to the shield, I'm used to all the aggression
In that interrogation room, niggas snitched for less
Wiggled out that triple murder, I'm a triple-threat
Took it all the way to the door, fuck if I blow trial
Whole bureau know that a nigga high-profile
Lucky got a double, Russell was looking at a dime
Grandma told me to slow down, I couldn't at the time
Wish I could do it all again if I could press rewind
I still'll walk them niggas down like the second line
[Chorus]
Tight-roping in the streets, this shit is death-defyin'
When your mans the witness in your case testifyin'
Whipped my last ninety circles with a wire hanger
Jumping through them fire hurdles like a lion tamer
Feel like a Green Bay fan for them green backs
I put that cheddie on your head like a cheese hat
Two and a hottie, finna slid the machine back
My youngin catchin' bodies like a flying trapeze act
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