Zamora La Cobra - Alibi

Ready to go home, yeah, this shit gettin' weird,
What the fuck I gotta do to get up outta this bitch
Nuthin' but junkies and stupid bitches, they keep talkin' shit

I fuck my hand up, punchin' bitches in they mouth
Now they lockin' me down, I'm on my second round
Family and friends, I never needed ya far shit
Commissary comin', when it don't, I throw a fit

Bitch, stop cappin', I never told you that shit
Discovery snitched, you twisted' my words, lil' bitch
Capious, I was on the road, I should've known
Seven years ago, same story, I don't know

Had a clue, never seen shit I never knew
No, I'm not your alibi, so stop tellin' them fuckin' lies
Interrogation number three, I'm only gettin' one plea
Sat ten months, spoke on what I never seen

Probably did the same shit, but bitch, don't lie on me
Karma is a bitch, you got me caught up in this shit
Either way it go, I think you and yo nigga ah hoe
Either way it go, I think they all look funny to me

Everybody point fingers, not sayin' who did it
At the end of the day, Dominique Perry wasn't in it
Pussy, or not sit' in this seat, I bet your heart stopped
Five ta ten years for some bodies that you ain't drop

Fuck is niggas talkin' bout? I'ma elevated like a Benz
Seen shit from a higher perspective, even back then
Gossiping to the preppiest, bitch, it was not a trend
Me and him used to stack, you and yo nigga was wack

Smokin' on his supply, and I heard that shit was crack
Maybe you the reason why they Alibi fell flat.... bitch

Written by:
Dominique Perry

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