Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah Take that and rewind it back Yeah (yeah) shawty got down an' said come and get me Yeah (yeah) I got so caught caught up I forgot she told me Yeah (yeah) her and my girl would be the best of homies Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew

Get caught caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

Deadly as the viper Peering from its coil The poison there is coming to the boil Ticking like a time bomb The fuse is running short on the verge of snapping if it's caught caught And all the pressure that's been building up For all the years it bore the load

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave

Find out what she's puttin' down I won't even call I won't even write I'm checking on my baby So many nights and days Well, I've been out of town Well, I caught caught me a plane Flew back that same night Checking on my baby

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low

Gather 'round the beat like a campfire Singin' folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord Play like Timmies, all we had, nothing else on 46 Got you caught caught up in the mix Just 'cause I know the late night

I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught caught up with some bitches I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie When I'm in

Hey, pretty pretty With the sweet sweet eyes order me up another Slice of your pie Hey pretty pretty from across the room Pretty, pretty Tattoo crawlin' down her leg, so sexy So young ever get caught, they'll arrest me School girl, studied up well on