Mad About Bars - S4-E27 PT 1 E

Jimmy wanna kill, but Jimmy gotta chill. Ever since Fergie left, it's been Trilly at the Wheel. Twenty for the square, I never seen a Better deal. The specials don't jam, I never seen A better steal. Used to tell 'em, "Don't phone If you ain't coming to cop." Thinking back, why we used to keep the guns In the sock? Forty-five ACPs when you running a Spot. Same ones that the government got. I ran the marathon, I'm standing where the trophies Carry. Need a panoramic house by the ocean valley. And I ain't talking about revolvers, but we smoking Cali. My niggas kill for the love and still Won't get married. Balenciaga for the socks, High shorts in the summer. Twenty-five for the pocket, left the Scorp with my Runner. Point eight on the scales, got calls in The ruckus. Caught a scar last year, but I Don't talk on the subject. Big swords on my jewelries, I ain't walking with Puppets. Had the big brown stones, they were calling 'em poppets. Concealed hammer on this thirty, Pull it and pop it. All my shooters could've Played for the Bulls or the Rockets. Remember browsing on eBay for car parts. But now I push one button and the car Parks. So much bag ones, I could start a Bra park. So I ain't never getting nicked for No R charge. High landing with my teens and They know that. Prolly saw it poking out my Jeans in the throwbacks. My friends still sitting on the block, but I Can't go back. They don't get the picture, but To me it's all Kodak. Can't stop hustling 'til we see the Vida Loca. Beach for the backyard, sleeping off the Costa. Dior for the drapes, LV made the sofa. Push the maid back and I won't even need A chauffeur. Used to pray for times like this, To shine like this. You ever had a Big Mac or a nine Like this? Cold winter, plenty fiends tryna line my Strip. Keep it on charge, never seen a line Like this. And I used to look up at Man and wish I was them. Got a little older, I ain't do no wishing Again. Got 'em moving like teachers, How they ticking again? And I feel sorry for the fiends, but I'll Dish 'em again. And every day she say she Love me, but she bitching again. We be sexing at nine, probly riffing at ten. He said we ain't got beef, but he be Chilling with them. So we hit him with a Spare, oops, did it again. Man like Jam. They say we back again.