Walnut Grove

[Intro]

Yeah

Where we at?

[Verse 1]

Reminiscin', poppin' the clutch before I burnt the gear

So high off of the Seroquans I could swerve a Lear

Thirty years what I was facin', I had to persevere

Remember first time I shot the chopper, it hurt my ears

Learned to steer, stealin' cars, now I got a mil' in cars

Growin' up, I feared murder, now I'm on that murder tier

Co-defendant still at large, lookin' at a El DeBarge

That's a real tearjеrker, never еven jerked a tear

I heard Samir took his plea back, now he lookin' at three nets

When they told me T ratted, that shit hurt me dear

Whenever somethin' go wrong, I'm usually the first to hear

Can't even complain 'cause I know felons with a worse career

Criminal rap sheet, they found a brick in the backseat

Should've been athletes, fightin' this case, already served a year

Without no Bon Jovi, ain't got no anchovies

That one nigga who slammed brodie, yeah, I heard he here

[Chorus]

Not guilty on all counts, they know we balled out on the humble

That's how the cookie crumble and the ball bounce

Now we U-Haul truckloads inside of small towns

Roundin' up them raw custos that used to call count

But now it's all hundros behind the wall mount

Forgot to mention why that chicken never crossed the road

Posted at Balduck Park with a balled-up roll

Countin' up all my pros from down in Walnut Grove

[Verse 2]

Ice on the bridge of my Cartis, I damn near caught a cold

"Too hot, get out the kitchen," how my pop talked to the stove

My weed stronger than Hancock, can hear a pin drop

Money so quiet, can't even hear the rubber band pop

Pour a three in the can pop, I got a flight to catch

Soon as I land, got that twenty-shot up in my Nike Tech

Unlike the rest of these niggas, I was the pride and joy

Leader of the pack, but Jack ain't never been no mama's boy

Ain't gotta cut me no slack, can't break it down for no fraud

Know I'm down for the cause, somethin' like a mongoloid

Put that switch on your backside and embarrass you

Six seconds, pop out the whole clip quick as a parachute

Rich like some carrot soup, pour the drink thick as Theraflu

I been gettin' money, I put that on my grandma Mary Lou

When these ain't movin' in your town, I know somewhere they do

From where if one gun ain't enough, you gotta carry two

[Chorus]

Not guilty on all counts, they know we balled out on the humble

That's how the cookie crumble and the ball bounce

Now we U-Haul truckloads inside of small towns

Roundin' up them raw custos that used to call count

But now it's all hundros behind the wall mount

Forgot to mention why that chicken never crossed the road

Posted at Balduck Park, with a balled-up roll

Countin' up all my pros from down in Walnut Grove