Lyrics

[Segue] Fifteen minutes earlier And then there was a change the following It's a Monday Tuesday Thursdays And then, please call me back 'cause Because there's another change I wanted to discuss with you About the Monday schedules But therapy will be starting on Tuesday, June the twenty-ninth I'm not sure if this message is recording Um, but please call me back at 586-582-782[?] [Intro] No matter how loud you yell, or scream, nobody helps you Nobody's gonna help you, nobody's gonna [Verse 1] My mind is crazy, I keep it purplе hazy I keep on spittin' wicket shit until it doesn't faze mе I think I'm schizophrenic, so much that I can't stand it I fiend for paper, gotta have it, when I don't, I panic Somebody call my doctor, I need my medication If I don't get it, just might kill you, here's the situation: [Chorus] Help me! I'm in that dope, I serve and work all night Help me! I need the specifics to keep my pockets tight Help me! I'm in that dope, I serve and work all night Help me! I need the specifics to keep my pockets tight [Verse 2] I gotta make it bubble, if not, then I'm in trouble I robbed the dealer, took his key on Seven Mile and Hubble And now his crew is angry, they claim they wanna bang me But I was starvin', he was eatin', how you gonna blame me? I'm just a rider ridin', it ain't no sense in hidin' So if I see you out in traffic, know that we collidin' It ain't no rest in peace, so I just pack my piece To the whole park, ain't no peace, better me than the police So now I doubled up, tripled up, flipped up Now I got even more cakes to whip up Construction workers stack bricks up Pullin' up in the big trucks Run tell your boss man that I double crossed 'em Black hands side, bitch slapped and Nina Ross 'em [Chorus] Help me! I'm in that dope, I serve and work all night Help me! I need the specifics to keep my pockets tight Help me! I'm in that dope, I serve and work all night Help me! I need the specifics to keep my pockets tight [Verse 3] Like Nina actin' cartel, I be the fire starter The situation's getting hotter than in Nicaragua Somebody dropped a dime on me, no dope they find How you figure snitchin' niggas must be out yo mind The butcher know I'm beefin', so fuck your police chiefin' They bloody bodies in the street'll leave they family grievin' I hear the soldiers' footsteps comin' through the back With guns out, dressed in black, ready to attack I grab my mini fourteen hundred round drum Then I yell "Motherfuckers, come and get some!" This was my final summer, I lived a life of drama When they shot me in my head, all I said was "Mama" [Chorus] Help me! I'm in that dope, I serve and work all night Help me! I need the specifics to keep my pockets tight Help me! I'm in that dope, I serve and work all night Help me! I need the specifics to keep my pockets tight [Outro] *Gunshots* Yeah! Fuck platinum! This shit is past platinum! This shit is titanium! Uranium! The way I'm fuckin' over your motherfuckin' cranium! Bitch!