Lyrics

[Verse 1 - JC Assassin] Listen, I'm dodging the SWAT, dodging the cops Hiding the guap inside all the crops Can't they stop my rage I have so much on page Shit, I'm all alone here finally Shit, I realize the irony Can't be in privacy without privates finding me They gon' fuck with the dynasty So I'm grabbing that passport, moving to Japan Learn the plan, I pan back and forth to Pakistan I'm racking, man, in Amsterdam Contraband's in rubber bands in a taxi cab They tryna pack me back In a suitcase on a Tuesday, during a goddamn traffic jam I ain't even tryna put this as a gangsta rap But in these streets, I'm selling 'bout half a gram This was my past life, last life Last night shone on me like a flashlight I'm out again like hit and run crash sites That's right, baptizing these blacklights Now we in Liberia And we causing some mass hysteria Bacteria, even when we in Syria Even when we in Nigeria I'm running away, all aboard This shit is too much to absorb My nigga Shaolin gon' explore I wish that somebody would've informed I'm sick of being on the same path So I take a flight, but the plane crash In the ocean like we were all divers Pilot's the only survivor... [Verse 2 - Chef] JC got the right idea, I think it's time to take a flight Leave the Emerald Isles and try resurrect my life Take my mind off past thoughts, I was ducking red dots "Fuck the cops coming, stash that shit in the flowerpots" This ain't a fictional account, my life was a sinking ship I carried a blade for 2 years praying they don't carry clips My girlfriend was a coke whore and I was the coke man Turning a quarter to half a gram, doing what I could fam Cause shit wasn't easy, it was terrifying believe me My buddy got stabbed up and I barely dodged a drug bust But fuck it, now I'm gonna start over fresh Think I'll say hello to this goddess in the sundress We can have good sex, don't worry about pay checks Worry about that ass fitting into some latex We can head to Singapore, I can get to know you more Stop at Argentina to smoke blunts on the sea shore Or maybe France? Nous pouvons etre romantique Nous avons eu le temps plein, pas de panique And if anyone comes gunning for any reason Best believe a body bag will be how they leavin' Cause Mamí I got heat stashed as a last resort But for now let's just worry about stamps on our passports