IHOP (True Story)

I ain' gon lie I be getting a little emotional

Go head record it out

I be getting a little emotional when I be doing this but,

It's him with that camera, that shit be throwin me off

You ready?

Start it off

(You go)

You ain't gotta leave out, it's just I know I'm on film ya heard me?

So it fuck with me a little bit

You ain't gotta go nowhere though

You can sit down and stay

It's a true story

I ain't gon forget my words

Start it off

I was chillin in a Ihop, overheard a conversation

Both of them niggas killas, one of em was Michael Caden

Big brother The Jason

I went to school with him

His brother got killed, so now he keep a tool with him

Live around the corner from his two daughters, no father

That's when the waitress came over like,

"May I take your order?"

Give me the breakfast sample

Orange juice and a Coke

That nigga looked at me and nodded

He said I never spoke

Like what the fuck them niggas lookin at

That's what I heard the other say

Looked a mean muggin way

Nigga turned the other way

Had to turn deaf ear, Satan was in my left ear

Like go and council, you a nigga nobody could see you

Show them niggas that you real

Nobody could be you

I walked over and asked him

You wan take it off your shoulder?

Hand checkin him in his face

Tellin him I'm a soldier

I ain't no fucking drug lord

I ain't the type to try to be

Ten years of aggression, you don't wanna see that out of me

Jagged ass Smith and Wesson

Bangin' Sangin' I gotta be

That nigga, that nigga

All started on a Tuesday afternoo

Me and my bitch got into it

Unnecessary fools, just toolin, her hair ruined

Found out from another chick

Livin out of town

In an upstairs apartment, that was three corners down

Click spot for my round

Jeff used to scope pounds

Tanya ran into me, her and Amber they ran into me

Me and Tanya remained cool

Amber's man was pussy

He ran to the block, and sent some niggas from another hood

They came back, and black masked up

Just like I knew they would

Runnin' out there buckin loud

Niggas only laught at ya

Hard not to bang when you got bitch niggas attacking ya

Up to 40 caliber, oncoming passenger

Scuffold through the tourist section

Stole all the traffica

See him with his clique

He used to mug, but never buck with them

Used to keep a smirk because my old lady was fucking him

Ain't no need to get mad

I'm thinking I ain't never fuck with him

Hit one of my niggas up, we bargained on his brain

Fucking with my little brother, who frequently snort the cain

Dapped him down as I passed him

What's hannin, where's Twerked em?

Back was turnt the whole time

Little brother ran up and murked him

Issued him two to the dome

And worked him with the chrome

And to this day, I can say

I set him up, and he's gone

Three months prior

I'm downtown, meeting Lisa McBoyd

I'm in town handeling business for Floyd

He couldn't make it, I'm a take it by myself

I'm awating a vaction

Three bricks going to Kurt, coming home from Las Vegas

On the phone with Joe, finishing a conversation

That say I was gonna be off, cause he was at a graduation.

Well shit, I'm on my way out of state to meet Mason

He told me to be safe and any problems, I could page him

Jeff sitting patient in a vacant location

Not knowing that we were stopping in another metropolitan

Tanya texts Jeff, still waiting, replied obviously

"Hope your cousin Kevin ain't fake, and he ain't jivin' me,

Or trynna get me up to the Jake's plotting on robbin me"

Tanya said "Kevins my cousin

He wouldn't lie to me, whenever y'all had talked

He was right here on the side of me

They in the real estate

And probably lookin at property."

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