Screwed Up Tape - SPM

Mom, I’m sorry for the things I did

& God thanks for all the times you let me live

I should’ve been dead a long time ago

Should’ve been me & not Wero

Foot on the pedal while I race to the hood

Go to revillations in your little black wood

My homies all changin' & that fuckin' shit hurts

I never fuck a friend unless they suck my dick first

Creep & I crawl, ball 'til I fall

Sell you a 80 won’t charge you for the straw

They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly

Well, I worked 6 months in that county as a trusty

I went to prison & I came back an animal

Southside, Houston’s murder capital

My crew is cursed, shoot you first

Died next to a stupid nurse

Put you in the bluest hearse

I’ll see your ass & Lucifer.

6: 00 in the morning police at my door

Fresh, Jordan’s squeekin' cross my bathroom flawer

Out the back window, I make my escape

Didn’t even have a chance to grab my Screwed Up Tape.

My green light, aloe sinche queeto ky guy palo

Haters don’t like me 'cause my name is hard to swallow

Here he comes that 5 O asked me for I.D.

Play on his computer & finds some felonies

I was high, fly & a dubbed blue eye

Every questioned asked I came back with a lie

He was searchin' my ride & found my 45

That’s when I started thinkin' had to bust him with my 9

Instead I ran, now your boy got away

That night we celebrate like it was a holiday

I use to be broke didn’t have big faces

I had to wipe my ass with the yellow pages

No TV & no cartoons

My heffer in the kitchen washin' plastic spoons

I was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff

No diamonds on my wrist only broken cuffs.

6: 00 in the morning police at my door

Fresh, Jordan’s squeekin' cross my bathroom flawer

Out the back window, I make my escape

Didn’t even have a chance to grab my Screwed Up Tape.

Oh no, what the fuck?

I’m a come have some bud.

Who want to fuck with us?

Ground like snuff or lupper cuts

Pro-tect my property, Hillwood prophecy

I don’t know how many times I got to tell y’all to get off of me

Balls hangin' all I need, smokin' bitches crossin' me

When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony

This ain’t muthafuckin' break stone, I told you once leave us alone

Known to kill my fuckin' own, blame Houston 'cause that’s my home.

How can I make it anymore clear?

My bud done look like daffadille

17 million a year, still I thug in my Cavilier

My people come, like Babylon, mexican & african

Few white boys that’s family, asian & mohamilly

Indian & that’s in Navhoe, killers out that Navadoche

Careful how your ass appoach, get busted like you pass a note

All the hoes, camel toes, smokin' on that ardachoke

Bought the benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rockin' coke.

6: 00 in the morning police at my door

Fresh, Jordans squeekin' cross my bathroom flawer

Out the back window, I make my escape

Didn’t even have a chance to grab my Screwed Up Tape.

Crusin' down the street with my 6 hoes

Bumpin' my shit, ridin' on vogues

Went to the park to get the scoop

Young niggas out there cold shootin' some hoop.