Low Class Conspiracy

Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see whats happening
Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen
Start to freestyle we be up on our way
Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that tray
Get on the freeway yo its after dark
I guess it always pulls up by the night
Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
Just so they can harass our black ass
Police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car, like its ***** hunting season
Yeah, around asking about wheres the pound
Wheres the gun? Are yall ****** on the run?
You got warrants? Yall ****** ready for some informin?
Thats how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin
Except its real life, like they rushing up your residence
Searching your crib, they cant find no evidence
The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
Kick brands after man so our whole crew can expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
I was like **** it, cuz I aint got no dough anyway
The strange plant they brought in my garage
They get large, then they gather the entourage
My ****** straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
So much money you couldnt even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty Gs to keep em freeze
Plus a ***** ratted so far goes on a breeze
Police talking about wheres the dead president
I said, '**** yall, ****** aint got no evidence'