got flicked - boldy james, louis p newton (slowed + reverb)

I had high expectations
Got used to them high-yield bonds and grew impatient
Got tired of five-year terms and maturation, nothin' to gain, waitin'
'Til it's private planes without propellers when I vacation
Fresh off of doin' that bid and these niggas hating
'Cause I ain't got conditions of parole or probation
When they ask me how'd I do it, I say, "Insider trading"
Martha Stewart, then I laugh in these niggas' faces
Just know I'm throwin' cash at any further cases
And that's me ridin' past in that spaceship
I'm actually one that would rather remain faceless
But can't because nothin' in my character's baseless, face this

I'm countin' guap like a packed casino
In the coffee shop, whippin' cream up to cappuccino
Hubba rocks got the fiends runnin' back with singles
Chasin' a high they ain't seen since sellin' crack was legal
Face it, no probation, out on bail
Fresh outta jail, no laces in my number twelves
So anxious to blaze up this blill I been savin' since county jail
Put on my street clothes
Took off my county blues, put on my Free Throws
Kicked off my shower shoes, then threw my piece on
Cut off my wristband, then threw my freeze on
Screw my earring in and threw my ring on
Put on my C-frames, turn on my minute phone
Cut on my Nextel, threw my D fitted on
They call me King James Jones, it's writ in stone
All my ConCreatures gettin' it on

On the hill
Tippin' over scales to provide for the fam
Posted on the concrete, makin' all the sales
Cakin' off the regs, breakin' off the pills
This for every convict wakin' up in jail.