uh thirty thousand feet up in the air up in the lear dressed in a black tux forty cal tucked strapped to the chair half asleep hopping out of my seat caught in the daze turned around and seen a white man s face covered in shades i must of passed out can t remember shit before i blacked out three more niggas approaching holding they mack s out one spoke gave me the keys to a boat reached in his trenchcoat and pulled out a yellow envelope which contained twenty thousand in cash a photograph of a colombian nigga with a long mustache miguel sanchez keep a gun hidden in his pants leg with armed bodyguards surveillance around his land spread he runs a billion dollar organization under investigation plus he s wanted by immigration now i m stuck crazy look on my face shocked in amazement how the fuck i get involved with these federal agents they knew my background knew about what happened down in sac town they knew about the wrap down south they laid they backs down said i had two decisions take out miguel and his cartel or spend the rest of my life in prison a classified mission on some james bond shit 007 style love to get some straight convicts now i m pondering my thoughts wandering got my girl on the phone told her to kiss little jay cuz i ll be gone again honey i can t sleep she sucking her teeth if everything go good baby i ll be home in a week pinching myself just to see if i m dreaming call up my team and meet me by the docks in miami i ll fly out this weekend i got you nigga four four pop two niggas that drug lord that we want got a spot for niggas and if we kill em it s back to the block my nigga he carried rugers thirty four shots i figure he only holla at the kid when there s money involved they pack shotguns hollow tips dummies and all when me and trife doing right together got no choice but give us ten like we selling white together left side four five right black beretta taking trips over seas flipping packs for better every flight a hundred stacks and better so grind hard get ya money up get on your grillies don t mind odds fuck a cop car throw on some chumpers and drop charge hit the block hard it s kinda hard being g o d if he owe trife he owe me load up the mack grounds m i a call that the jack town tell niggas i m on my way coming back down miguel mr sanchez it s a wrap now theodore extorting your shit handing out packs now i used to listen to 50 and jam back down now i slang fifty kilo s where i m at now fifty a wop purple top nigga i m back clown crystal bottles grey goose for the chat lounge channel seven news older dude murder gat found2