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Lyrics
I was out late last night don’t lawyer me bout what I be doin,
If this an investigation I didn’t do it this is just what I heard,
You got the pen an paper I’ll sign whatever for some bread thats my word,
The gang think the opps bugged the crib,
They are just tweaking I sold the details to the judge to avoid a bid,
My bro said they got him on 4K night-vision burying guns in woods,
He said hold up I think someones at the door,
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt Brrrrrt brrrrrrrrrrt brrrt brrrrrt
So many times I was a witness,
I carried mic’s an cameras like a film producer,
Catchin all the action,
You wouldn’t believe it happened except I needed funds for my broskis bond,
I negotiate my gangs crime for my brothas charged time,
It’s nothing personal I just gotta get mine,
I’m not shiesty just found another way to produce bread,
Let me tell another story,
I was ridin late 11/03/98 its 10pm,
I was with I A N his nickname Hardest R,
He said turn on 21st and slow it down,
Reached in his bag it was a tech,
I ain’t snitchin but cues crib got swiss cheesed up,
3 weeks later Hardest R was the preacher at the funeral,
Enough said,
Details
GeneratedDec 28, 2025
Duration1:42
Style
Emotional Piano Solo with Slow Progressions and Reflective Mood, rap, hip hop, punk
Credits
Prompt byAlchemistVibe738
ModelAria v5
