y2matego.com - Armed Dangerous 128 Kbps

The speaker reflects on being closely monitored and feeling under surveillance. They mention familial relationships, struggles with addiction, and reminiscing about past experiences. The speaker expresses a desire for money and addresses themes of loyalty and responsibility. The lyrics touch on personal challenges and experiences with violence and loss. The speaker also mentions a sense of protection and vigilance in their environment. He said he watchin' me, every day they coppin' me Every day they coppin' me He said he watchin' me, every day they coppin' me Red alert, I'm sedentary like he said papa And they ain't lookin' for no problems, I'm just lookin' out the window Cause I don't see a trick to this, they talkin' bout no wacky All I want is cash, cash, cash, cash Things that I can't even remember, that they won't ever see And they had to let it be a symbol I bring that winning look, see Statin' a whole lot of gold with a three on Halloween Back to back, do the rules, resemble us, resemble me Don't get broke cause they know my money, keep doin' it, keep it real If you know that that ain't my owner, that's a knockaway If I miss, ain't goin' to see, I'm in the streets, let's just play for key 2011, August 11th, R.I.P. O'Day August 9th, 28th of April, I'm still 17 21 to 45, I'm like, what the fuck is this? You fightin' armed robberies, shorty, that's what they offer My lil' brother gettin' big, my uncle got that confidence He been smokin' crack since I was born, that motherfuckin' cocaine I used to stay up late at Granny's crib just to talk to her When I was locked up, I'm not knowin', no one told him, walk with him Back to this, I'ma teach a fuckin' lot of Rappin' out a war-formed vibe P.S. for this bitch, pack it, for they ass, pack it Hit they blocks, press a lot of boom in the jam Hit Marshall blocks out, like, yo, goddamn, what happened? 35% hatchback, the life of a fatty White, white kid, get lost, you fucked up, you ain't had nothing I'm your cousin, you my son, I'm your daddy You my son, I'm your daddy Police steady watchin' me, every day they coppin' When I look, all the dangerous, I keep that glock on me All the kids from the park, I'm just lookin' out for me Cause I'm a D and shit, the niggas ain't talkin' bout no rappin', bitch All I'm talkin' trash, yeah, masks, caps, uh Shit that I can't even remember, bet they remember Seein' shit that happened in the dustin' while I'm bringin' that wood in Niggas bad to hold, I can hold with a grain of hollow wheat