Model 416 Blues

Unpaid school tuitions
Certified dispositions
Meditated intuition
Knew the bullshit was coming
Didn't ya
Devil like the Kk on my back
Scheming on me with twelves
Locking me up
Hoping ion place the bail
We just want em dead
If alive then in jail
Fucking up my record like fuk it
Oh well
Even tho it was betrayal
Somehow I still
Wanted you to live
Dirt bag devil vacuum
Sitting in my crib
Took l'z like blows
From the elbows to the head
Sometimes you'll never get to be
The same again
Jus stay down for the come up
Gotta fight until you win
Up to you to get it
It don't matter how you live
She say you hurt the ones that care
About you most
Nowadays I never get to see her
Like a ghost
Lesson learned
Can't break everything you get ya
Hands on
Trust me now I know
Cuz broken hearts doesn't feel
Good
Alone in a bed
Probably wouldn't matter in a Benz
Revoked gun license letter
Sent to me in the mail
They act like they ain't know that
I was black or sumn
I know the state of Illinois
Setting me up to fail
Cuz they did that shyt right after
I got the gun
Department of revenue
Just want my revenue yea
That's why a young nigga always
Finessing
City came thru tripping throwing
Boots on all the whips
I took that bitch off
Drove off in sum timbs-berland
Yea yea yea again
Drove off in sum timbs-berland
Yea yea yea again
Drove off in sum timbs-berland
Yea yea yea again
Drove off in sum timb-berlands
Yea yea yea again
I took that bitch off
Drove off in sum timbs

Police tweaking
So I'm thinking ima dip
Out the city
Do some training in the land
Different story with this ruger
By my rib
We go every where together thats My twin
Still a virgin
If you ask me who she hit
But I bet
She let me finger fuk her
If I'm mad
Yea yea yea