Stuck in Traffic

Two-way, duece, siete

It's ConCreatures, 227, where we at with it?

Hell Block, hully-gully, mafia, what else?

Uh uh, uh

227, Concrete, we get them bricks gone

On 4th and Long

We still get 'em in the end zone

Last month I threw away like ten flip phones

I been shot at, I been set up

I been backstabbed and snitched on

Real leery of these niggas

All I hear is Siri

Giving me directions through the town

Way down in Missouri

I know, the bureau know

We the reason for your mural

Investigating me for bodies and

I'm talkin' plural

Duckin' New York undercovers and

Now Miami Vice

My lil' niggas out here thuggin'

Bustin' heads for stripes

Insane in the membrane

They out they fucking rabid

Cut from a whole different cloth

Whole 'nother fabric sig Sauer switch gang

Them boys with the static

Written in blood permanent ink

I had to get it tatted

Pull up, let off a movie clip

Leave yo' block cinematic

That drank like two-fifty a line

Got some expensive habit's let's get it

Tell whoever lookin' for me I'm

Somewhere stuck in traffic

Start levelin' up in the streets soon

As I cut the baggage

They tryna cut corners and cheat

But ain't no buddy passes

But they remember me back

When they wasn't cashin'

'Cause I was havin' shit my

Way when niggas wasn't havin'

Sold dope all my life

That still don't justify what I done sold

Brodie on parole and still that

Nigga ride with his pole

All that I been through, I never testified

Never told

I done robbed, I done killed, I done lied

I done stole

Seen some shit that make you lose yo' lunch

I couldn't hold my stomach

At the crib pacin' back and forth

'cause I know they comin'

Chain smoking back-to back blunts

I'm a nervous wreck

Strung out on the lean got

Me addicted to the Percocets

Not too much different from servin'

Fiends that I'm accustomed to

Comin' through customs getting hassled

By the constables went off-course

Some would say was part of the obstacle

Lil buzzo in the pen

I feel partly responsible

Shoot a trip to make a play for eighty

That's a rendezvous

Ain't tryna trick with you baby

I'm tryna sponsor you

Met at the rendezvous point

My plug fresh out of the joint

Said we gon' drive to the Zehrs

And then fly back to Detroit

Tell whoever lookin' for me I'm

Somewhere stuck in traffic

Start levelin' up in the streets soon

As I cut the baggage

They tryna cut corners and cheat

But ain't no buddy passes

But they remember me back

When they wasn't cashin'

'Cause I was havin' shit my

Way when niggas wasn't havin'