8-6-5 to 8-5-9

Hey went from 8-6-5  to tha' 8-5-9 
Oak Ridge , Cincinnati this is my time
The valley , Scarborough on my mind
They call it the trap I stay on my grind

Ey-Ey - We go hard in the valley nothin' to prove
Hole lot ta' gain and nothin' to lose
Get in a shoot out , ya' family gets bad news
Ya' standin' on the street with blood on your shoes
Now whatcha' gotta' say?
I got blood on my hands
Shot cha' best friend , still laughin'
I t-t-t-told cha' how this would go
But you thought you knew all ya' had to know
Now you're runnin' from me goin' down the street
Cuttin' down every alley
I'm shootin' at you and you're d-d-duckin'
I'm followin' you like we're playin' tag
I'm puttin' three shots in your back
I'm laughin' while you're bleeding out
Call 9-1-1 they won't hear a sound because...

Hey went from 8-6-5  to tha' 8-5-9 
Oak Ridge , Cincinnati this is my time
The valley , Scarborough on my mind
They call it the trap I stay on my grind

Police show up and they find the shells
You lookin' at me , I'm laughin' , ain't goin' to jail
This is my game , on my time
You stay on the gurney , I'm in your mind
Smile in the bushes while they wheel ya' away
Takin' pictures of your injuries to remember this d-d-day
I'll come visit cha' in the E.R.
Get pissy wit me next bullet will go through your heart
It's not a crime its more like art
If ya' don't understand it , where should I start?
I'm not scared of you , not at all
Grew up havin' my back against the wall
My ego is big it use to be small
Went from Oak Ridge to Cincinnati
8-6-5 to the 8-5-9
I got ontop , yeah, I got mine
Didn't stay put , didn't stay low
I got up startin' writin and perfectin' my flow yeah uh..

Hey went from 8-6-5  to tha' 8-5-9 
Oak Ridge , Cincinnati this is my time
The valley , Scarborough on my mind
They call it the trap I stay on my grind

So it's just another day gettin' fingerprinted
Pictures bein' took
In jail ready for a hook
Does it look like I'm scared take another look
Another statistic to go in a book
Is that what it means to die?
You get put down as a stastic and expect to rest in peace in the sky
Look at that bullshit , runnin' through lives
This is what happens everyday and night
People don't even know the  difference between wrong and right
Now you run through the valley , findin' bodies in the alley
You keep runnin' ya' don't even stop
No time when you're runnin' from a cop
Guns whistlin' by you
But you remain calm , a natural born killer
Turn around , droppin' the cop to the ground
Shells all ar-r-round
But ...

Hey went from 8-6-5  to tha' 8-5-9 
Oak Ridge , Cincinnati this is my time
The valley , Scarborough on my mind
They call it the trap I stay on my grind