LAKEWOOD MALL

Lyrics

[Interlude: Tyson Smith] Nigga met this nigga at the McDonald's at Lakewood Mall This nigga like, randomly, like, "Bro, I got the Blue L.A.'s for your .38 Derringer" Mind you nigga, this a— this a— you feel me? It's the little pearl hammer handle thing, in and out Nigga give it to him Later on that night, nigga get pulled over Police thoroughly searched the car On God, nigga would've got cracked if I would've kept it And they never even knew I got rid of the gun I never told 'em, so the whole time they sеarching, everybody in the car is scarеd I forgot to tell 'em, like, "Nigga been gave that shit away" Then niggas go to this lil' party Whatever the case, niggas like, "Fuck it, we ain't got nothin' to do, we gon' go" Mind you, niggas ain't had shit to do all day Niggas be getting robbed and some more shit, it's— it's wild Vince like, "Nah, I'm cool" Niggas go shake, go home Later on that night, the homies, they get booked Two bodies. Crazy—allegedly, though. Free Ty Bud Moral of this whole story: Nigga gotta think ahead, which a nigga always has You gotta separate yourself from bullshit (My world filled blue) Can't get wrapped up in it (My life is blue) And once again, it's still "Free Pac Slimm" 'til they free Pac Slimm