Boldy James, Sterling Toles, Louie P. Newton - Got Flicked (the rebirth) lyrics

I had high expectations
Got used to them high-yield
Bonds and grew impatient
Got tired of five-year terms and
Maturation, nothin' to gain, waitin'
'Til it's private planes without propellers
When I vacation fresh off of doin' that bid
And these niggas hating
'Cause I ain't got conditions
Of parole or probation
When they ask me how'd I do it, I say
"Insider trading" martha Stewart
Then I laugh in these niggas' faces
Just know I'm throwin' cash
At any further cases
And that's me ridin' past in that spaceship
I'm actually one that would
Rather remain faceless
But can't because nothin' in
My character's baseless, face this
Some may never have to take that trip
Surrender your body to the
Game then the matrix
But gangster is makeshift
You organize the block, we make the shifts
We make shit out of ourselves and still
Turn my back on my mama
My father, my sister, my brother
A few women claimin' that they love me
My baby mama and my son didn't show up
When I realized I ain't tell
'em I was leaving
When the bailiff threw me in the cuffs, fuck
Then he whispered in my ear
"This too shall pass"
Now I'm shackled by my frame to the
Floor of a bus with some strangers
Cliqued up with some demons
Got into it with some lifers
Learned to communicate with angels
Ready to poke a nigga eye out
Avoided a bunch of liars
Stayed sharper than my banger
Feelin' like I could've been born in a manger
Fell in love with my anger
Back of my mind, I'm thinkin', "Damn
I should've worked at Chrysler
Then went and bought the
Coke with the buyout"
Now my whole life in a duffel bag, ridin' out
Probably could've been president
If I ain't grow up a Detroit resident
Infatuated with guns
Gettin' funds off dice shootin'
Gamblin', hoopin' and illegal medicines
Feelin' one with the most
High and it's evident
Bullets never lie, it's a heaven-sent
So I'm back on the block 'cause
She my one and only friend
And commandin' my four elements:
Money, power, respect and the concrete

Rocky Rhodes what up, Weight? Cuzzo
Yeah, it's ConCreatures drug Zone

Under the pale moonlight
You niggas never danced with the Devil
State Troopers behind you while you
Slam on your pedal
Gettin' in that Regal, hand on your metal
Magnum special sandwich bag full of pebbles
And it's max if they catch you
It's real life shit
This ain't Hansel & Gretel
In my kitchen, Pyrex right next to the kettle
Open the cabinet
Farina right next to the pet milk
With my strap on
The sink full of dishes and residue
Phone tapped I think
And my minutes is hella low
Who in the hell'd think that
That kid'd be sellin' dope?
From petty thief, misdemeanors to federal
Seventeen in the clink for some
Weed in my leather coat
Never seen in the spee so
The Ds will never know
Where we keepin' the Ps and
Them keys of perico
Desert Eag' in my jeans, lemon squeeze
I'll let it blow if you ready to leave
Here the keys to Heaven go

I'm knowin' that the time has been something
That's precious because, I won't get it back
So I can use the pressure
To guide the transformation
That is happening, you know
'Cause that's what the pressure is there for
To transform you
And in my, and in my recognition
In how precious the time is, it's gon' take
Because I'm in this gestational period
I can build myself

I'm countin' guap like a packed casino
In the coffee shop
Whippin' cream up to cappuccino
Hubba rocks got the fiends
Runnin' back with singles
Chasin' a high they ain't seen
Since sellin' crack was legal
Face it, no probation, out on bail
Fresh outta jail
No laces in my number twelves
So anxious to blaze up this blill
I been savin' since county jail
Put on my street clothes
Took off my county blues
Put on my Free Throws
Kicked off my shower shoes
Then threw my piece on
Cut off my wristband, then threw my freeze on
Screw my earring in and threw my ring on
Put on my C-frames, turn on my minute phone
Cut on my Nextel, threw my D fitted on
They call me King James Jones
It's writ in stone
All my ConCreatures gettin' it on

On the hill
Tippin' over scales to provide for the fam
Posted on the concrete, makin' all the sales
Cakin' off the regs, breakin' off the pills
This for every convict wakin' up in jail
Makin' up his bed, openin' his mail
Readin' "Dear John" letters
Family members dead a witness disappeared
Another court date appearance
While awaiting trial hearings

Don't talk me to death
My aunties Lynette and Marsha
Accept the charges
A neph' had to call 'em collect
They're my ConCreature reps and they
Love me to death
Even though they say my head hard as a brick
And the preacher hopin' that this
Fed charge don't stick
To my black ass, p-p-pedal down the foothill
Wheelies on the front on the
Dyno with the black mask
Black mags, rhinos in my black mag
Black flag
Red rag representin' brick slabs, Six Flags
Seven, Six or Pick Ave, big bag, get cash
Sellin' niggas brick slabs, big hash
710s and nick bags
McNabb, Eagle with the clip stashed
Whiplash quick-fast
Miss me with the riff raff
Snitch-ass, kiss-ass dick-suckin' bitch mad
His bad, ConCreatures, Westside

On the hill
Tippin' over scales to provide for the fam
Posted on the concrete, makin' all the sales
Cakin' off the regs, breakin' off the pills
This for every convict wakin' up in jail
This is a
(Jail) this is a 24 karat gold faucet
Heheheh money, money, money!

I had to be purposeful in my absence
I had to give definition to
What my shape would be
You know, when I'm transforming myself
Chh, when I came up, it was- it was like
Uh, what they call it? Sensory overload
It was surreal, you know, like
Colors were just brighter
Like I had never seen before
Like I had never seen the color of
Leaves on a tree or something
Like I had never seen sunlight reflecting
Off the paint of a car
You know, and just knowing that, you know
You are alive
And this is actually happening
And where you just woke up
You know is really and truly behind you