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[Verse 1] True story Baby, the law got a charge on me A 9ball with the papes on me Lucky I ain't had that bang on me when they caught me Court up on the tele said that's 2 mandatory 'Nother 8 if I took it to a jury I heard the warning and plead mercy... Babe, will you wait for me or will you break on me? Get ghostfaced run and close the gates on me? I know this is on me, I got a long streak Of doing the wrong thing I'm sorry I'm faulty The thought never crossed me what it would cost me A love lost might be the offspring now I'm salty And I'm sulking...Cuz you're gone from me A part of me, ultimately... The crime was mine responsibly I'll do the time Likewise don't cry for me Your tears make me wanna weep I can't appear as weak In here the wolves may mistake me for sheep Makes me think we should say peace And stay cool; if we separate you can't cheat I won't hate you; it's only betrayal if you claim you're faithful Later I find out it ain't true [Verse 2] I need a super trooper To keep my loot on loop for 2-plus Newports, not Bugler, a tube, and some music to bump Some J. L. Marcus hookups And some freak pics, in Vic Secret To peep when I'm beat sick Phone sexin' wanna hear you rub one out to completion... I keep thinking bout the reasons I lost my freedom I started to read some: the Quran Learning 'bout Islam and Allah: recited the Shahada on the yard, I'm a believer New man new planned procedure And I'mma need ya to be my Khadija Pledge an allegiance I'm Muslim out of this A life of this is love [Verse 3] I'm beginning to notice a bit of distance Hit ya last night but you didn't pick up Are you in the club huffin' puff, getting drunk? Is that wife or trick stuff? I got it mixed up cuz That's an environment for chicks trying to get princed up Little Red Corvettes from prince cuts which I thought we were rinsed of, past tense from And since we got hitched the rules against You feign ignorance, I know you know what time it is It's common sense you can't be partying with a male audience nah I'm not your daddy or your guardian, maybe Freudian Either way I'm not cool with dudes loitering You got your people poisoning you, that voice isn't you Our marriage is false according to who??? Nobody forced you, you had a choice you could've refused You gotta choose what's more important to you [Verse 4] Few months left 'til Exodus When I resurrect as a Con with the Ex in front Get a job dawg best of luck, you're just a step up From Illegal Mexican, better catch a truck This time has really tested us They had said we would self-destruct Undeveloped couples seldom stuck I tell them we're not delicate; a cloth of a separate cut Home from the halfway house my first social You don't roll through, you're ghost boo I phoned you and spoke to your folks who got no clue Your pops talk sharp I lose cool Told me I don't own you I showed him what the dial-tone do Finally emerged wonder why I'm in a foul mood Where were you? You wasn't at work, wasn't hurt; what could deter you? And why you got on someone's perfume?