Loverboy Interlude
Justin Harrell, Rory William Quigley
I had to go and check Parole when I left the hole
My man that I had left control, got stressed and tolled
Don't know what happened, he ws extra bold
He turned religious before he died, God rest his soul
I'm real aggressive when I'm checking foes
Went thru his way to celebrate, but yellow tape had his section closed
Disrespect, unexceptional, I wear a vest and a Tec like its a part of my dressing code
A drug dealing professional, I was in correctional facilities living exceptional
Selling gas like Texaco, gimme a brick, and Ima turn this bitch ito little Mexico
They say my street tales too detailed, you ain't never hit the Ave in the new V-12
You ain't never had two females, in the lab with a bag eating crab with the blue seashells
Trust