I sat and put a fifty on the bar A whisky and a beer, forget where we are And keep 'em coming till I drink whole grant up Filling up that cup I can't stand up Look around, see the room's got Well there's by the jukebox Grab my drinks, headed to say peace But had to think, do I owe him any late up nah, I'm all paid up huh Yeah I made it square last time I up town up Sunny? {What up?} How's business? {How you doing Sean? I ain't seen you in a couple of Man I been working and jerking Tryna get the right and be perfect, how bout you? {Oh you how the same old game go Hustle the wind, rain, snow or tornado} bro, spent time catching up The bar kept the drinks fresh enough conversation, no pretension I drank up my whole fifty and then some It was getting to last call So I grabbed my coat and stood up that's all But Sunny say {Hold up Sean, it's day I need a favor, let me throw some money way} I sat down in the booth I said, I know your deal Sunny, I gotta do? He said {I'll you three-five piece of the pie If you pick up a for me on the eastside tomorrow} and a half for an hour and a half Saint Paul and back's ten dollars gas Yeah I can handle, give me all the Only one thing though, I won't a pistol {Hahahah} He laughed and {It ain't like that simple, grab the package and come right back It's a tattoo shop, called...} Shhh don't snitch some nice cats} Nice cats? {Cool as an icepack} Well alright jack is a must Keep a hush, other that I don't give a fuck} Cool, I got this, done like dinner And I stepped out into the winter
I got the wheel of my vehicle shining on my face, you can see it glow The rearview reflection got I starting to the image in the mirror I said, you should go in and decline Sunny will understand, will be fine calm down, get a grip, you're tripping I took a deep and put the key in the ignition Stop a bitch now, man up Rolling twenty-six with thoughts of handcuffs Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of broad of my pickup truck