LAKEWOOD MALL lyrics

[Interlude: Tyson Smith]
n*gga met this n*gga at the McDonald's at Lakewood Mall
This n*gga like, randomly, like, "Bro, I got the Blue L.A.'s for your .38 Derringer"
Mind you n*gga, this a— this a— you feel me?
It's the little pearl hammer handle thing, in and out
n*gga give it to him
Later on that night, n*gga get pulled over
Police thoroughly searched the car
On God, n*gga would've got cracked if I would've kept it
And they never even knew I got rid of the gun
I never told 'em, so the whole time they sеarching, everybody in the car is scarеd
I forgot to tell 'em, like, "n*gga been gave that sh*t away"
Then n*ggas go to this lil' party
Whatever the case, n*ggas like, "f*ck it, we ain't got nothin' to do, we gon' go"
Mind you, n*ggas ain't had sh*t to do all day
n*ggas be getting robbed and some more sh*t, it's— it's wild
Vince like, "Nah, I'm cool"
n*ggas go shake, go home
Later on that night, the homies, they get booked
Two bodies. Crazy—allegedly, though. Free Ty Bud
Moral of this whole story: n*gga gotta think ahead, which a n*gga always has
You gotta separate yourself from bullsh*t (My world filled blue)
Can't get wrapped up in it (My life is blue)
And once again, it's still "Free Pac Slimm" 'til they free Pac Slimm