[Hook] 30 keys, 100 keys, janitor Your nigga's a star But the police is his manager And he got a dope bitch And her favorite rapper from Canada But she snitching too In her Gucci bag is that camera Like oh no, oh no What you tell that bitch? Oh no, oh no What you show that bitch? Oh no, oh no Why you look so sick? Oh no, oh no Cause it's over with
[Verse 1] She's down wit ya, wore the crown wit ya They roped her in wit some old shit Credit card fraud back in '06 She was tellin them that she ain't know shit She was gettin mad and unfocused Their trump card is some ho shit They told her that they take kids And that's when she folded Exploded, exposed it Everything that she noticed Prosecutors was watching Through the mirror while she told this That's the case nigga, let's close this Still gave her time and that's bogus She was in the car when they pulled up And popped trunk and unloaded like
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[Verse 2] There's good niggas, bad weakness He's talking bout who they sleep with He killed a nigga in a heartbeat But he couldn't keep no secrets He's no good for your defenses He's steady with that chopper When them cops got him in that precinct That's when he fell to pieces Name all in those papers Signed a recording deal with them majors He's confirming all of your capers While you's dropping down all that data Tryna get right with his saviours He was givin life to his neighbors Just like CPR, oh my god Goodness, gracious
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[Verse 3] In the stripclub with them agents Not the ones that was takin pictures But that main one that you came with Showin off all his entertainment He was recordin all of your statements He was takin all of your payments Right back to the evidence room While you was boonin all in his faces You was losing all of your cases, losing all of your cases You was winning with them bitches but losing all of your cases Ain't no rules at all in the matrix Ain't no truth and ain't nothin sacred Know you're the only one with that paper People moving all in your places Looking for...