[Interlude: Tyson Smith]
N***a met this n***a at the McDonald's at Lakewood Mall
This n***a like, randomly, like, "Bro, I got the Blue L.A.'s for your .38 Derringer"
Mind you n***a, this a— this a— you feel me?
It's the little pearl hammer handle thing, in and out
N***a give it to him
Later on that night, n***a get pulled over
Police thoroughly searched the car
On God, n***a 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, "N***a been gave that shit away"
Then n***as go to this lil' party
Whatever the case, n***as like, "Fuck it, we ain't got nothin' to do, we gon' go"
Mind you, n***as ain't had shit to do all day
N***as be getting robbed and some more shit, it's— it's wild
Vince like, "Nah, I'm cool"
N***as 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: N***a gotta think ahead, which a n***a 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