Looking at him strange while he’s adding up the total.
Gave him his change.
Black hummer running,
He had someone in the front seat....
Shotgun!
At the, stop sign
Driver’s looking at him crazy like he’s kin to Hopsin.
Now he didn’t have a problem but this man’s got one.
“If you’re feeling like a toad then you better hop-some!”
Ribbit-ribbit,
So vivid, he can hear the crickets.
But he just blames it on his senses when he’s in the spirit.
When he’s in the spirit,
He’s got plenty lyrics.
Flowin’ with his homeboy,
Passing without interference.
Sold a few grams,
Now he’s a “Drug dealer.”
Going down the wrong lane,
It’s not his truck either.
Swerved off the road,
down into the trenches.
And now his homie ain’t livin’.
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