Twelve - Ay Em

I’ve been there before, I tell a true story

No I ain’t beating 'round the bush

For a

'round the villains and the crooks

Wish I had a hundred mil' in a briefcase

I seen a lot of shit in my teenage

And once you do the act, you can’t repent

I’m looking all around, I can’t see straight (See straight)

It’s early on the block and I’m watching for surveillance (And I’m watching for

surveillance)

I’ve opened up the door but I haven’t found my way in (I haven’t found my way)

Uh, I’m sitting at the top 'cause I got a reservation

So I gotta keep the team close by

'Cause around until I pay them

And there’s no running to a place

So I don’t ever want to run into a hater

While all the choppers getting

Someone told me «Man I need an explanation»

And the hospital, I’m running out of patience

Style 'em up, getting to the money, won’t you hol' my luck

Halfway dead, yeah dial 'em up

Getting to the money, won’t you hol' my luck, now

Never shoot an enemy weaker (Weaker)

Swear it gets deeper

Show you how to plot in the procedure

Why the dozen gets cheaper

I’ll be working 'til the week’s done

Didn’t listen to the teacher

Told brother «Let nothing get in between us», yeah

Violations in the car, let it slide

Bro said I’m gearing up, I’m gunnin' on the glide

Dared ya, know you wonder why we get high?

When it comes to bullshit, that’s when you get tied

No more in and outs, got a little share I need to figure out (Figure out)

Seen too much, can’t stick around (Stick around)

Got a little share I need to think about, mm, woah

It’s early on the block and I’m watching for surveillance (And I’m watching for

surveillance)

I’ve opened up the door but I haven’t found my way in (I haven’t found my way)

Uh, I’m sitting at the top 'cause I got a reservation

So I gotta keep the team close by

'Cause around until I pay them

And there’s no running to a place

So I don’t ever want to run into a hater

While all the choppers getting

Someone told me «Man I need an explanation»

And the hospital, I’m running out of patience

Style 'em up, getting to the money, won’t you hol' my luck

Halfway dead, yeah dial 'em up

Getting to the money, won’t you hol' my luck, now

The patience, the patience

Halfway dead

The patience, the patience

The patience, the patience