[Verse 1]
True story
Baby, the law got a charge on me
A 9ball with the papes on me
Lucky I ain't had that bang on me when they caught me
Court up on the tele said that's 2 mandatory
'Nother 8 if I took it to a jury
I heard the warning and plead mercy...

Babe, will you wait for me or will you break on me?
Get ghostfaced run and close the gates on me?
I know this is on me, I got a long streak
Of doing the wrong thing I'm sorry I'm faulty
The thought never crossed me what it would cost me
A love lost might be the offspring now I'm salty
And I'm sulking...Cuz you're gone from me
A part of me, ultimately...

The crime was mine responsibly I'll do the time
Likewise don't cry for me
Your tears make me wanna weep I can't appear as weak
In here the wolves may mistake me for sheep
Makes me think we should say peace
And stay cool; if we separate you can't cheat
I won't hate you; it's only betrayal if you claim you're faithful
Later I find out it ain't true

[Verse 2]
I need a super trooper
To keep my loot on loop for 2-plus
Newports, not Bugler, a tube, and some music to bump
Some J. L. Marcus hookups
And some freak pics, in Vic Secret
To peep when I'm beat sick
Phone sexin' wanna hear you rub one out to completion...

I keep thinking bout the reasons I lost my freedom
I started to read some: the Quran
Learning 'bout Islam and Allah: recited the
Shahada on the yard, I'm a believer
New man new planned procedure
And I'mma need ya to be my Khadija
Pledge an allegiance I'm Muslim out of this
A life of this is love

[Verse 3]
I'm beginning to notice a bit of distance
Hit ya last night but you didn't pick up
Are you in the club huffin' puff, getting drunk?
Is that wife or trick stuff? I got it mixed up cuz
That's an environment for chicks trying to get princed up
Little Red Corvettes from prince cuts which
I thought we were rinsed of, past tense from
And since we got hitched the rules against
You feign ignorance, I know you know what time it is
It's common sense you can't be partying with a male audience nah
I'm not your daddy or your guardian, maybe Freudian
Either way I'm not cool with dudes loitering
You got your people poisoning you, that voice isn't you
Our marriage is false according to who???
Nobody forced you, you had a choice you could've refused
You gotta choose what's more important to you

[Verse 4]
Few months left 'til Exodus
When I resurrect as a Con with the Ex in front
Get a job dawg best of luck, you're just a step up
From Illegal Mexican, better catch a truck
This time has really tested us
They had said we would self-destruct
Undeveloped couples seldom stuck
I tell them we're not delicate; a cloth of a separate cut
Home from the halfway house my first social
You don't roll through, you're ghost boo
I phoned you and spoke to your folks who got no clue
Your pops talk sharp I lose cool
Told me I don't own you I showed him what the dial-tone do
Finally emerged wonder why I'm in a foul mood
Where were you? You wasn't at work, wasn't hurt; what could deter you?
And why you got on someone's perfume?