[Intro]
(Distorted police dispatch)

[Verse 1]
Sometimes you gotta let things out
‘Cause you know that life’ll stress things out
When the TEC rings out
Creatine fuel stress things out
I hope the Lord just bless things out
And correct things out
Sometimes [?] out
[?]
Can you pay like you weigh?
Sometimes you gotta sit where you stay
Sometimes you gotta shit where you lay
And position your prey
Intuition get malicious and spray
Tell that n***a get commision and pay
But sometimes I’m okay
Read Quran and I’ma rhyme what I say
Sometimes I’m just behind on a day
I intertwine into your mind on a sway
Melodic [?]
You n***as [?] on a bay
I compromise in a dominant way
Career crime gonna pay
But sometimes a n***a’s mind will stall
Especially when it’s time to ball
N***a, time is law
Do sins so I ain’t tryna fall
Sometimes I get stuck behind the wall
My mind on a [?]
I architect and design them all
Now who you tryna be
Sometimes you blind and you ain’t tryna see
I got the smut bitch I’m tryna flee
And she ain’t tryin’ for free
Motherfucka’
[Outro]
(Distorted police dispatch)