Allegedly

[Intro]
First tonight: two grenades, five guns, tons of ammo, and nearly twenty pounds of marijuana. All of that discovered, they say, inside this man's Uptown Charlotte apartment complex. All this, according to a search warrant that Channel 9's crime reporter Hunter Sáenz has a copy of, is live tonight, and Hunter has also revealed the man was already on the radar of Charlotte police.
Ayy
(What's good, GeeohhS?)

[Verse]
I done took a lot of L's, like fuck 12, they got me on the news (Fuck 12)
They scared as hell, like, "He out on bond," that boy on the loose (On the loose)
I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I got this Wockhardt in my juice (Ha)
I'm in the courthouse with my lawyer, tryna dodge a noose (Yeah)
Why they tryna hang a nigga? Damn (Why?)
I ain't nothin' like these [?] niggas
I done got it out the mud, you can't change a nigga (Got it, yeah)
Got me on the TV screen fucked up, tellin' all my business (All my business)
I just take this shit to the chest like I'm doin' fitness
How the fuck you get a warrant and get in my crib?
You ain't even pull me over (How the fuck?)
Niggas really capping, they putting dirt on my name
They tryna fuck me over
Bold as hell, you askin' me for favors, I don't even fuckin' know ya
These niggas pocket-watching, talkin' 'bout my checks
But I don't fuckin' know you (Why?)
You know we gettin' money
I ain't gotta tell you, nigga, I can show you
They on my line, I had to switch it up and get a Motorola
Caught me in that strike and I might, fuck it, get a whole Corolla
Had to lose all my bread and run it up, you can't stop my motion
This tee cost a check (Yeah), a new pendant next (Next)
This rope on my neck, you know I'ma flex (Know I'ma—)
This lil' bitch is mad 'cause I don't like to text (Don't like to flex)
12 took the Scat but the 'Cat comin' next
Nigga said he paid a band for some buffs, he done got finessed
I just upped a diamond [?], niggas scared like I upped a Tec
I got the choppa in the club, put that bitch inside my pants, man
I just plant a blue 30 in yo' blunt 'cause you a crackhead
I ain't worried 'bout no opp, they gettin' popped like a blackhead
They tryna paint the wrong image, I just sit back and stack bread
Yeah, this shit gettin' sticky, yeah it's deep but I'm not scared
Blowin' up my phone but they not really talking bread
I got caught up in a spindel, now I'm moving on a swivel, damn
Them crackers tryna do me bad, I don't think they give a damn
They talking 'bout me bad, bringin' up some shit from Instagram
These niggas watchin' all my gun videos, they been a fan
I'm really on a mission, fuck that bullshit, I'm on they ass
I was livin' young and reckless, not thinking, moving too fast
I done got some new cash, why you mad? With yo' fool ass
I got a whole lotta shit in the stash, no I can't crash
They don't listen 'til you spaz on a nigga
I got that new [?], they like, "He tripping, what he doin' with that chicken?"
This shit really in my blood, you don't know how I'm living
These niggas really ain't living, I'm making better decisions, damn (Goddamn)

[Outro]
Yeah, Scott, according to that search warrant, police were already on the lookout for this guy for allegedly posting videos threatening to blow up their patrol cars.
(This shit really crazy as hell)
(Like they really tryna make me look like a terrorist)
(Hehehe)