D12

Used to post on the corner

Heard him talk to too many names

Laugh loud

Shake too many hands

Then folks started catching strange cases

Fat boy brag ’bout money

Never there when it get rough

Every time blue lights spin ’round

He the first one actin’ tough (yeah right)

Paperwork in his pockets

I don’t need to say more (snitch)

Heard your words in the station

They came knockin’ at my door

You was eatin’ at the table

Then you pointed to the floor

Paperwork in his pockets

You ain’t welcome here no more

Seen his face in the folder

Same hat

Same crooked smile

Said he’d “hold it down for real”

He was singin’ all the while

Now he scrollin’ through his phone

Tryna play it like a joke

But the ones you wrote your name on

Know exactly what you spoke (uh)

Paperwork in his pockets

I don’t need to say more (snitch)

Heard your words in the station

They came knockin’ at my door

You was eatin’ at the table

Then you pointed to the floor

Paperwork in his pockets

You ain’t welcome here no more