run in with the cops (true story, happened tonight)

[Edge]

Oh no, it’s the mother fucken po-pop I don’t wanna case
Aint fast enough for chase, knives in my trunk space
I don’t know what to do I panic, I also got a grinder
And on top of that, I got an ounce up in my binder
I wish I could rewind the, clock and not blow the light
Cause in the words of Em, im getting locked up tonight
Felon on the fake ID, that’s over a year in prison
I wanna chase girls, but everybodys queer in prison
I cant do that, so they approach, and im swell mannered
Say they smell some Mary smoke and I look well hammered
I plead and say theres nothing for them to search my car
Than they said “step out” and begin to search real hard
first they find the fake ID, tell me that’s a felon
They asked me where I got it and I told them “I aint telling”
They say the cars smelling, of weed, ask for the stash
I tell them I got nothing, in my mind I say “kiss my ass”
Going through my trash, searchin for a single bag
Than they open up the trunk, that’s when they get glad
They see a Jordan jump bag, inside it is the blades
They yell that I was lying, theyr anger turns to rage
I get nervous, they tell me to go sit in my seat
They run the licence plate and tell me “step to the street”
I get out, see the hand cuffs out, then my stomach flips
Im going up state, shit, im goin to take a prison trip
I cant do that, I gotta whole life I need to live
I don’t got a couple years to go and do a bid
They go to cuff me and suddenly one of them smiles
“Tonights ur lucky night” they sped off, levavin in style

just happened, scary shit

[gutawafang]

Hustle.

[Edge]

Hustle.

haha i was shittin myself man