Fifteen minutes earlier
And then there was a change the following
It's a Monday Tuesday Thursdays
And then, please call me back 'cause
Because there's another change I wanted to discuss with you
About the Monday schedules (No matter how loud you yell)
But therapy will be starting on Tuesday, June the twenty-ninth
I'm not sure (Or scream), if this message is recording (Or might helping)
Um, but please call me back at 586(Nobody's gonna help you)-582-782[?]
My mind is crazy, I keep it purple hazy
I keep on spittin' wicket shit until it doesn't phase me
I think I'm schizophrenic, so much that I can't stand it
I fiend for paper, gotta have it, when I don't, I panic
Somebody call my doctor, I need my medication
If I don't get it, just might kill you, here's the situation
Help me! (I'm in the dope and I servin' work all night)
Help me! (I need the business to keep my pockets tight)
Help me! (I'm in the dope and I servin' work all night)
Help me! (I need the business to keep my pockets tight)
I gotta make it bubble, if not, then I'm in trouble
I robbed the dealer, took his key on Seven Mile and Hubble
And now his crew is angry, they claim they wanna bang me
But I was starvin', he was eatin', how you gonna blame me?
I'm just a rider ridin', it ain't no sense in hidin'
So if I see you out in traffic, know that we collidin'
It ain't no rest in peace, so I just pack my peace
At the whole park, ain't no peace, better me than the police
So now I doubled up, tripled up, flipped up
Now I got even more cakes to whip up
Construction workers stack bricks up
Pullin' up in the big trucks
Run tell your boss man that I double crossed 'em
Black hands side bitch slapped in Nina roast 'em
Help me! (I'm in the dope and I servin' work all night)
Help me! (I need the business to keep my pockets tight)
Help me! (I'm in the dope and I servin' work all night)
Help me! (I need the business to keep my pockets tight)
Like Nina Acton Carter, I be the fire starter
The situation's getting hotter than in Nicaragua
Somebody dropped a dime, on me no dope they find
How you figure snitchin' niggas must be out yo mind
The butcher know I'm beefin', so fuck your police chiefin'
They bloody bodies in the street'll leave they family grievin'
I hear the soldiers' footsteps comin' through the back
With guns out, dressed in black, ready to attack
I grab my mini fourteen hundred round drum
Then I yell, motherfuckers, come and get some
This was my final summer, I lived a life of drama
When they shot me in my head, all I said was "Mama"
Help me! (I'm in the dope and I servin' work all night)
Help me! (I need the business to keep my pockets tight)
Help me! (I'm in the dope and I servin' work all night)
Help me! (I need the business to keep my pockets tight)
Yeah! Fuck platinum!
This shit is past platinum!
This shit is titanium! Uranium!
The way I'm fuckin' over your motherfuckin' cranium! Bitch!
