Felon

Ayy, 5-0 won't leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
 I ain't have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn't there
 We used a trash bag as an umbrella
 Case it rained on them project steps
 Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain't playing fair
 (WhoisMike goin' crazy)
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
 I heard somebody want smoke
 We gon' up and blow yellow tape on this street corner
 I had to kick in the door just to run
 Up a check, tryna take care my grandma
 I had some mud on my beak 'cause I
 Climbed out the mud like I'm tryna conquer
 He left some blood on his feet 'cause he
 Dying, walked down for the love of the dollar
 If you pretend to love me for my money
 Fancy cars, clothes, and diamond rings
 And I say only a shame, no, you fuckin' talk 'bout all kinda things
 She prolly walk in the puddle, that my designer bag
 Play with my heart, I open fire, let the fire rain
 One thing for sure, down for my rider back from diaper days
 Some days I wish that I could take back like them Nike J's
 Glock 22 right by my belt that was made by Dapper Dan
 I was in the cell when they called, said, "Get up, right away"
 It was urgent mail from my girl, bae called me right away
 When I called her phone and she picked I ain't expect her to say
 Two days ago, somebody took lil' Ralphie life away
 Ayy, 5-0 won't leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
 I ain't have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn't there
 We used a trash bag as an umbrella
 Case it rained on them project steps
 Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain't playing fair
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
 I heard somebody want smoke
 We gon' up and blow yellow tape on this street corner
 I had to kick in the door just to run
 Up a check, tryna take care my grandma
 I had some mud on my beak 'cause I
 Climbed out the mud like I'm tryna conquer
 He left some blood on his feet 'cause he
 Dying, walked down for the love of the dollar