Lyrics:

I done seen the best of 'em jammed up
Twenty-five to life in the can's tough
Never met a man that they can't touch
Quit talkin' on the phone, they can hear us

When you got dumb cake up in the gun safe
They be waitin' for you in the bushes with the duct tape
Up and down the interstate, yeah, we really touch weight
It's October, I'm about to flood another state
He went down in Arizona, don't get me involved
An empty box and the call means they comin' for all
I had six burner phones, I got rid of 'em all
We get hit and sit down, we don't talk to the law
Yeah, they think I'm trippin', they listenin'
They knowin' every move, yeah, they want us all in prison
That why I can't see sleep at night until they get in
We wrap 'em and we ship 'em, I'm on another mission
I'm just young and I'm livin'

I done seen the best of 'em jammed up
Twenty-five to life in the can's tough
Never met a man that they can't touch
Quit talkin' on the phone, they can hear us

It's seven in the mornin' and they in my home
My bank account is froze, what is goin' on?
Why it all start goin' wrong?
From talkin' on the phones

My phone still echo, the feds won't let go
Money never sleeps when you the black Gordon Gekko
Dope line lookin' like they waitin' on the retro
6s, fixes, damn I feel special, resale and I never pay retail
My shoe box money afforded me the Sprewells
And that then corded me a V-12
Avoid the phones if it's soundin' like a sea shell
Too much clickin' in the connection
Connect the dots with my connect for my protection
Face to face, I place my order like a drive-thru
Feelin' drunk you know how I do, push

I done seen the best of 'em jammed up
Twenty-five to life in the can's tough
Never met a man that they can't touch
Quit talkin' on the phone, they can hear us

It's seven in the mornin' and they in my home
My bank account is froze, what is goin' on?
Why it all start goin' wrong?
From talkin' on the phones

I don't fuck with too many nigga, handle business on my own
'Cause you niggas ain't right and that's some shit I don't condone
I got homies behind the wall, wishin' they was home
They got jammed up, kept discussin' business on the phone
Scotty turkey bags, boy, we burn up zips
Two-hundred bands off them twenty dollar burn up flips
I'm going by myself when it's time to burn up quick
That way police don't have a clue when niggas turn up stiff
I'm dolo when I'm out makin' different moves
Pull up to the cookie shop, just to pick and choose
I'm that nigga, don't get that shit confused
'Cause even when them niggas prayed I did, I didn't lose

I done seen the best of 'em jammed up
Twenty-five to life in the can's tough
Never met a man that they can't touch
Quit talkin' on the phone, they can hear us

It's seven in the mornin' and they in my home
My bank account is froze, what is goin' on?
Why it all start goin' wrong?
From talkin' on the phones
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