A rainy day, laid up thinkin', sittin', gettin' bent, watchin' those 70 flicks Minds on the slouch, back in the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown, I met back then Little town don't hear from, no doubt, no time don't see I heard you had a seated baby girl, and now she scream What's up with that catch, you know who, your baby pops Slung rocks up top, that hurt, he got knocked He home, * that nigga, I'm on my own Matter fact, got my own crib, plus I'm all alone Word, the bitch is bad, chill son, she got me tempted Reminiscin' the fatty, jumped in the ride, I rent it Fresh Timbs, Mecca Dice, well presented Sippin' E&J straight, was bent when I entered Gave her a hug, slid her straight into a mug She ain't * to bitch since back then, and that was bug Turned the VCR on, Friday, my favorite flick Offer me a drink, Alize, I'll take a sip Got into Convo, how you been over the years? Neglected, stressed out, and livin' in fear What you mean, I thought you left that cat, which was true I'm not talkin' about him, another dude Been with him for a year and had a baby bomb Matter fact, you saw him downstairs, you walk by him Now I'm thinkin', set up, could it be, and maybe not She said, don't sweat it, he don't got the top lock Tried to play it cool, but in my head, shorties wildin' Usin' me to get the next nigga jealous, call up the fellas Tired of these liars, busy, so I beat Gotti Gotti was with Tripp and two other grimeys, the twins Let me begin, then explain I met this bitch crib, and I think she got me framed Stuck without a gap, not prepared for combat Gave the address, told my son there's more cash Beat her in a second, big gas, no half-steppin' They flippin' on me, talk about I never learned my lesson I laugh in additional, and do it the math Hung up the jack, while shorty soaked in the bath Played Deliveroo, dozed off for a second When I woke up, shorty was standin' ass-naked, make moves All this bullshit, pussy better be good Step to the room, threw off my champion hood Slow motion, all arm bent, off the potion Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open It was over, may have been a cut, I heard a dump Jumped up, threw all my boxes, yo, what the * All of a sudden, I saw this black motherfucker With this big-ass gat, and two other motherfuckers Black masks, clutching duct tape, no escape Tied me up, smacked me all in my face Shorty wasn't even screamin', looked up, saw him schemin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, we got this, nigga, get out, we got this I bloodied up, shut the * up, held for ransom They yelled, got the bone, yeah, then started dancin' The phone rung, it was my son, they let him know they had me hostage Threw me on the phone, said, son, don't worry, yo, we got this Regardless what the outcome, all this bullshit Take a nigga world, don't never go see a bitch world *