Mover - Weed Pack lyrics

[Mover] 'rales at my door there was two up at the front three up at the back n***a free up all my akhs all wrongly accused Got me lighting up this zoot like donny [?] Back to the story, its like the feds got something in for me I pushing something in geezers for coughing up stories And Cheese was my n** he was certy with the stick now im hearing that hes certainly a snitch See the roads mad Ive robbed n***as getting lined by their own fam But its the roads b and anything goes Ive gotta leng man in feminine clothes Ive had church girls holding my beater, geezer its real life out your speakers Feds want me in jail on the yard, they dont wanna see me make it past winter They even plotted shells in my yard, i wasn't in so they nicked my little sister They took my whip too i told them they could keep that Itching for a burner, they didn't even touch a weed pack Took em back, faces double 0 nine when we didn't even rave we was the trouble outside Young little savages with hearts like [?] Snatching AP's couldn't give a ra** about cameras My hearts where the hammer is, from old school Hammers local like Noble Yeah hammers old school it dont beat off The snub nose ting gets vocal Anti, you can't even blame man, been around f**ed youtes since playground Been around them same youtes since way back from when we used to shove socks in the Air Max From the Just Do it Bags to Huaraches you ain't gotta ask me its been the same army Just paid now, bagging 36 to some Blade Brown beige brown white boy raps like [?] Sitting with the cutie... blowing through the city