Passport

[Verse 1 - JC Assassin]
Listen, I'm dodging the SWAT, dodging the cops
Hiding the guap inside all the crops
Can't they stop my rage
I have so much on page
Shit, I'm all alone here finally
Shit, I realize the irony
Can't be in privacy without privates finding me
They gon' fuck with the dynasty
So I'm grabbing that passport, moving to Japan
Learn the plan, I pan back and forth to Pakistan
I'm racking, man, in Amsterdam
Contraband's in rubber bands in a taxi cab
They tryna pack me back
In a suitcase on a Tuesday, during a goddamn traffic jam
I ain't even tryna put this as a gangsta rap
But in these streets, I'm selling 'bout half a gram
This was my past life, last life
Last night shone on me like a flashlight
I'm out again like hit and run crash sites
That's right, baptizing these blacklights
Now we in Liberia
And we causing some mass hysteria
Bacteria, even when we in Syria
Even when we in Nigeria
I'm running away, all aboard
This shit is too much to absorb
My nigga Shaolin gon' explore
I wish that somebody would've informed
I'm sick of being on the same path
So I take a flight, but the plane crash
In the ocean like we were all divers
Pilot's the only survivor...

[Verse 2 - Chef]
JC got the right idea, I think it's time to take a flight
Leave the Emerald Isles and try resurrect my life
Take my mind off past thoughts, I was ducking red dots
“Fuck the cops coming, stash that shit in the flowerpots”
This ain’t a fictional account, my life was a sinking ship
I carried a blade for 2 years praying they don’t carry clips
My girlfriend was a coke whore and I was the coke man
Turning a quarter to half a gram, doing what I could fam
Cause shit wasn’t easy, it was terrifying believe me
My buddy got stabbed up and I barely dodged a drug bust
But fuck it, now I’m gonna start over fresh
Think I’ll say hello to this goddess in the sundress
We can have good sex, don’t worry about pay checks
Worry about that ass fitting into some latex
We can head to Singapore, I can get to know you more
Stop at Argentina to smoke blunts on the sea shore
Or maybe France? Nous pouvons etre romantique
Nous avons eu le temps plein, pas de panique
And if anyone comes gunning for any reason
Best believe a body bag will be how they leavin'
Cause Mamí I got heat stashed as a last resort
But for now let’s just worry about stamps on our passports