Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear   Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair   Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze   Turned around and saw a white man's face, covered in shades      I must have passed out, can't remember **** before I blacked out   Three more ****** approaching, holding they **** out   One spoke, gave me the keys, to a boat   Reached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelope      Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph   Of a Colombian ***** with a long mustache   Miguel Sanchez, keep a **** hidden in his pants leg   With armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spread      He runs a billion dollar organization, under investigation   Plus he's wanted by immigration   Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazement   How the **** I get involved with these federal agents      They knew my background   Knew about what happened down in Sac Town   They knew about the wrap down south, they laid they backs down   Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel   Or spend the rest of my life in prison      A classified mission on some James Bond ****   007 style, love to get some straight convicts   Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phone   Told her to kiss little Jay 'cuz I'll be gone again      Honey, I can't sleep, she sucking her teeth   If everything go good, baby, I'll be home in a week   Pinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team and   Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend      I got you **** **** ****, pop two ******   That drug lord that we want, got a spot for ******   And if we kill 'em, it's back to the block, my *****   He carried *******, **** **** shots I figure      He only holla at the kid, when there's money involved   They pack ********, ****** ****, ******* and all   When me and Trife doing right together, got no choice   But give us ten, like we selling white together      Left side, **** ****, right, black *******   Taking trips over seas, flipping packs for better   Every flight a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard   Get ya money up, get on your grillies, don't mind odds      **** a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop charge   Hit the block hard, it's kinda hard being G O D   If he owe Trife, he owe me   Load up the **** *******, M I A, call that the jack town      Tell ****** I'm on my way, coming back down   Miguel, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, now   Theodore extorting your ****, handing out packs, now   I used to listen to 50 and jam "Back Down"      Now I slang fifty ****'* I'm at now   Fifty a wop, purple top, *****, I'm back, clown   Crystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat lounge   Channel seven news, older dude, murder *** found