[?] up with Smokey, he just copped another Truey bag
Waitin' for the plug, he gotta pack, this n***a always lag
He said meet at eight and it's aboutta hit 9:35
So we said fuck the wait, we hit the stain as soon as he arrived
He pulled up then Smokey hopped into the passenger
I'm up in the back of the whip, man this n***a scammin' us
Pullin' out the pack [?] so a n***a mad as fuck
I'm like "hook it up my n***a you already lagged enough"
He like "aight" he take his stash up out the glove compartment
I said "hold up bro, look left, I think the police is watching"
He turned his head and Smokey snatched the pack and then we poppin'
Open the doors, we dippin'
A n***a hardly scribin'
We runnin' faster than a bitch feel like a track meet
This n***a start the car so we just turnin' to the backstreet
I hear a shot like "yo this n***a really bout to catch me"
I'm thinkin "damn my life is over" once then pull his [?]
We drivin' fast, hittin' corners, shit he prolly lost us
Back to the cut, a n***a tired boy I need some water
Keep a buck, we scared as fuck cus we was lowkey lackin'
I'm outta breath, a n***a pantin'
Smokey started laughin'
Like "bro we really ran that shit, let's flip this shit ain't taxin'"
That's just the first chapter