FLAKKA

[Intro] (Whoo Kid) (Conductor) [Verse 1: IDK] Why the judge tryna make a nigga suffer? Fifteen, but I'm seventeen, what a crazy deal Dinner tray full of green liver, what a crazy meal Imagine bein' Black in a cell And right down the block is where the Aryans dwell And you ain't got 500K for the bail And you are not the one that like to play show and tell Fuck a sentence, they gave me paragraphs Coppin' flakka from eses to make the time pass I tried K2 on my B-day And smoked it really slow to make the high last Don't know when parole about to hit Startin' to lose my mind, this close to poppin' shit But I really am the opposite I'm the cell block's finest [Chorus: IDK & MF DOOM] This ain't rocket science It's more like a rocket with a silence Damn Let's avoid violence They got me in the right place with the wrong timin' A clique full of criminals, iron sharpen iron Survival is a homemade shank in either hand Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam With no pussy in over a decade, damn (Man) [Verse 2: IDK] Damn Here we go again Thought I'd never see the county jail once more But now I'm back in another cell block door This time upstate, more commissary, but they don't sell no cupcakes All from a mistake, I must say I must've got a little taste of freedom, but they got me right back in this place Same niggas from last time is still tryna pass time God, how am I back? I gotta ask why we all turned religious when this shit hit the fan I was contemplatin' flippin' through the Quran Felt like I was Moses when I flipped through the Bible Prayin' that my celly never turned to a rival Had to keep the iron like the tip of the Eiffel I pray that he don't sing like American Idol [Chorus: IDK & MF DOOM] This ain't rocket science It's more like a rocket with a silence Damn Let's avoid violence They got me in the right place with the wrong timin' A clique full of criminals, iron sharpen iron Survival is a homemade shank in either hand Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam With no pussy in over a decade, damn