April 3rd Lyrics

About to tell y'all about some shit

That happened to me April third

I woke up on the verge

Trap was slow I was disturbed

My babygirl had called me

I answered like what's the word

She told me that she miss me

And want to see what she heard

Because I been talking horny

Long distance kind of hurt

Fast forward packed my bags

Couple shorts but same shirt

I had packed a couple zips

But took it out I felt a nerve

Since I already had blicky

Wasn't trying to make it worse

Never leave the house without it

Since these niggas want to lurk

Since I got it I ain't scared

So I never go to church

On the road I'm playing Jaheim

Put that woman first

Then started playing four side heem

I ain't forget a verse

Rolled me up a couple doobies

Know them be the best blunts

About to

Be there in a jiffy

I ain't even eat lunch

I seen a trooper in the cut

I'm like he trying to catch something

Speed limit sixty five so I'm going sixty one

Got up on me with his lights

And pulled me over for my tints

Told me that they was illegals

And he can't even see in

Next thing you know I'm out the car

For lots of marijuana stints

And yeah I knew that I was dirty

So I never did tip

Standing there thinking in my head

I'm glad I ain't extend the clip

And I'm glad I'm by myself

Ain't got to worry about a snitch

And this shit wouldn't have happened

If I didn't chase a bitch

Anyways they found my strap

And told me freeze before they hit

Told me shit could've went left

And in a way I wish it did but why wish

Got booked

The cuffs bruising up my wrist

My bail thirty five k

Need thirty five hundred

Know my men be working on it

So I might as well sit

No toilet paper couldn't even take a shit

This white man came up

To my cell and I ain't trip

Seen I wasn't doing well

Ain't eat my fish

Then asked me what I'm in here for

And said this

You was driving while black

I know you pissed

Wrote down a phone number

Said don't let it rip

Told me just because he white

Don't mean he can't help black men

They named Miranda rights

After a white bitch

That's why they treat us

Like we be some misfits

Make the rules just so they could break it

It seem like everybody hate us

Should've named all of us Chris

Say we done showed them how to cook

For them to take our shrimp and grits

Say we the reason

Why they really found they niche

Why you think

They always saying no offense

Because they watched over that shit

Before the ship

I chucked my deuces

Daryl chucked them thangs back

Right before I bailed out

He told me never come back

Got to court I'm ji nervous

I don't know what to expect

I was facing sixteen

Felt a nuse around my neck

Couldn't find no evidence

They dropped the felony I'm back

I probably get put on probation

But what type of shit is that

Think I needed this

Because in a way been feeling ji lax

Had to get this out my pores

Some shit hard to hold back