Strapped

(Window down and we're caught in flight)

(Window down and we're caught in flight)

(Window down and we're caught in flight)

(You can let the breeze)

(Let the breeze cool you)

Yeah, shit fell up in my lap

I was sellin' packs

I wasn't really worried 'bout no raps

I was movin' straps

This is all facts (Way way back ****)

Me and Dame tried it to the max

(I imagine those colored skies)

'Cause these monkeys on our back

Anything bling gettin' snatched

(Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)

(Fuck that Twelv)

(Don't talk to these ****, nah)

(Now it's time to show these ****)

(Show these **** like a movie, ****!)

Yeah, this shit fell up in my lap

I was sellin' packs

I wasn't really worried 'bout no raps

I was movin' straps

This is all facts

Me and Dame tried it to the max

(I imagine those colored skies)

Got these monkeys on our backs

Anything bling gettin' snatched

If it's what I've seen then it's taxed

You can ask who was on they ass

I was livin' fast

Fuck a casket, had a mask and a automatic

(I imagine those colored skies)

Wasn't safe, no cameras, no case

And e'ry ghetto **** pump strays

Had to duck a few, now I'm at the W

Prolly light up a few if I'm feeling comfortable

(I imagine those colored skies)

Paranoia got me watchin' all my friends

I make it out this hell I'll never sin again

(Window down and we're caught in flight)

It's probably a lie 'cause I'd do it all again

'Cause everything I've done

Gave me fuel just to win

(You can let the breeze)

(Let the breeze cool you)

Gotta peep the vision

Monster inside of here

Well I'm gonna keep it clear

I wish it would take all these things and go

There's no more we need to know

We'll fade out

See Dame got shot

Then he got locked up

Pootie got popped

Then she got knocked up

I was on the block

Choc'd, all rocked up

Now I'm with The Mob

Diddy woppin' with some Clockers

(I imagine those colored skies)

Ask who can stop us

Hoppin' out with choppers

Poppin' like we Poppa

'Cause we got this city rockin'

Approach us ain't an option

All this pain, all this fame

Got me drinkin' all this 'pagne

(I imagine those colored skies)

In the club to myself

Thinkin' 'bout the days I was stealth

I was in the hall raisin' hell

Young Twelve, frame a little frail

But I had the belt

Loudmouth ****

But I'm down to make you melt

(I imagine those colored skies)

Hot boy, rollin' with the juveniles

Prolly with a shooter now

Got a new Ruger now

(Window down and we're caught in flight)

'Cause life's a bitch

And I'm goin' through it now

Everyday's do or die, hesitate, lose it now

(You can let the breeze)

(Let the breeze cool you)

Monster inside of here

Well I'm gonna keep it clear

I wish it would take all these things and go

There's no more we need to know

We'll fade out

Monster inside of here

Well I'm gonna keep it clear

I wish it would take all these things and go

There's no more we need to know