See, Karen been with Joe since she was younger though
Down to ride, he wasn't that nigga, but she loved him though
Didn't have the nicest whips and couldn't cop a bungalow
Had faith in him, knew that one day he would bubble though
See, Joe was determined to make a flip
Late back and early trapping, risked his freedom on the strip
He had bills, wanted some new wheels and some other shit
In a world for his girl, I think he did it for his bitch
But Karen was tired, she had needs
Where her heels? Where her bag?
Wanted Guiseppe, wanted weave
Five years of coming, can't tell him you gon' leave
Barely wanted to tell that man about his seed
Abortion, will play it strong
Termination and don't tell him just kinda felt wrong
But was she really able?
Part-time couldn't cut it, and Joe wasn't stable
And the grams on the table barely took care of the cable
This ain't supposed to be the perfect fable
Joe was going through a drought, like every time he pressed the gas a speed bump took him out
Ain't wanna ball from his man
Shit, the blocked fucked up, it's like 44 grand
Hated to see his boo stress
Tried stack a few pennies till he meet a new connect
Karen and Mekka shopping, besties since 6th grade
Road-dogs in high school, never ever split ways
They only had one rule: you never let your bitch fade
Mekka kept the mace close, Karen had the switchblade
"What's going on through your mind, you look sick"
"Joe did it..."
"I don't know why you put up with this shit
I'ma only keep it real, girl, listen to your bitch
It's a Paid in Full world, and you deserve a Mitch
Tall Kwah got these heels, I ain't asked
Just gave him a lil head, imagine I give him ass"
Mekka was about hers, couple niggas smashed that
But you know how the story goes
She yelling "Where the cash at?!"
They went to leave, well, Karen wanted to leave
She was just about to say it then got pulled by her sleeve
"How you doing? My name Kway
Sorry for pulling' on you, I seen you the other day
On Bergen by the Halal, and you was wearing grey
But I won't let you get away today"
He won't let her get away today
Let her get away today
"So let me get your number?"
"Nah, give me yours"
She wasn't a dummy nor no silly whore
Never cheated, but you never say never
What Joe don't know won't hurt him, it was time to do better
See, Karen knew exactly who he was
Kway from cross town, be getting money, he blood
Got an all black Range, act a dummy in the club
Be fucking with the dope and got his hands on the bud
She seen him the other day too
But real bitches always play it cute
"Make sure you use my number, Karen"
"Aight, cool, I got you later, boo"
Now, Kway headed to the trap to the cash
Ain't really worried about nothing, take a pull and he ash
Dope-getter from way back, he got it from his Dad
But fuck that, he thinking 'bout light skin with the ass
Had the hood since big homie got locked
Was stacking double since his wifey got knocked
Phone ring "Who this?"
"What's up, Kway? It's Pop
Got your number last week, I be trappin' by the shop"
"Oh what up, Pop?"
"Your older sister tells me cool things
Heard you a trap star, and got a cool team"
"Tell your whole squad it's new management, a new team
I'ma bring a chicken through, some biscuits and a few wings
But rule 1: don't play with me, and rule 2: don't owe me"
Pop felt like he hit the jackpot, was thinking about stacks
Shit he couldn't wait to tell a homie
And weeks later, Joe and Karen in the bed
She was laying on his chest, his hand going through her hair
"You good, bae?" She smiled
Joe knew better though, think he was in denial
"You know when I get right, we gon' get right?"
But Karen closed her eyes, bit her lip tight
What happen when the getting right ain't getting right?
And she barely happy with the dick at night
His phone rung, it was Pop
Pop was Joe right-hand from the block
"Ey, what up though?"
"Nigga, we good"
"What you talking 'bout, nigga?"
"Just meet me in the hood
Matter of fact, throw something on, I'm coming down the hill
Just met a new connect and shit bout to get real
Would have told you last week but I wanted to seal a deal
Just get ready, cuz, I'll be there in a lil"
Karen phone vibrated when Joe's did
Luckily he got up, close shit
It was Kway, they been texting for weeks
Even paid her phone bill and Benihanas to eat
LeBrons size 6, surprising her with sneaks
Hit the city for some drinks, she ain't even let him beat
"What you doing? So you free?"
"Well, throw something on, I'ma pick you up"
Joe came in the room, "I'm 'bout to slide"
Karen was getting dressed, had to make up a lie
And the lying where it all start
"Bae, I'm 'bout to run with Mekka out to Wallmart"
The horn beep, Joe hit the street
Tired of being puzzled, Pop had the missing piece
Driving through the hood talking bands
Joe could only see millions while Pop told him about the plan
"And you know we need a new connect?
The nigga Kway from cross town, he got it on deck
Threw a brick up on his lap, deadass cheque
Throwing them like Hot Cakes, we gon' make the shit stretch"
"More where that came from, let's get it in
That nigga want like 4 off of every 10"
"That nigga want like 4 off of every 10?"
"Man, that nigga want like 4 off of every 10"
Beemer pull up, that's Kway shit
From Karen room it look like a spaceship
She wanna smell good, spray shit
Black legging pants, Charles Barkley, the gray shit
Small jacket, messy bun and her phone
Take a selfie for Instagram and she gone
See that probably when it happen
A picture worth a thousand words, add your own caption
He push her against the wall, he aggressive
Ripping on her V-neck, popped the new necklace
Fuck it, he bought it, one of them should hand-sweat it
She tugging on his Gucci belt, he unbutton her 7s
That car ride happen fast, right?
See they been texting bout fucking since last night
She was screaming "Kway!" while he hit it from the back
Light skin, shit fat, he rather not wear a strap
Whose pussy? (yours) Karen on all fours
Joe calling her phone while she call the Lord (hello?)
And flip her over on the other side
"Do what you want, Kway, just don't cum inside!"
Damn, it's fucked up, ain't it?
Even the grass on the other side tainted
A real picture, I just paint it
I can't tell you where to hang it
Five months later felt like a long time
Shit was straight for Joe, a long grind
Early morning hunnit packs, all winter long johns
40k saved, 20 spent; that's what I call "grind"
Karen red bottom game tight
Heels every other week for the wife, and it was light
Two to ten max, no keys, all white
Pushing heavy weight, connect had niggas right
Everything butter like Parkay
They even moved a few Xs up in Parkway
And Joe still be in the street
But when you getting chips you can't piss where you sleep
Now let me tell you bout his joy
Karen broke the news to him that she was having a boy
Wanted to name him Kobe
Or after his dad, yeah, after his dad, his dad Troy
Now Pop and Joe was in the trap
Watching the lil homies finish up the pack
All morning, coolin', smoke a blunt, and just rap
How they started from the bottom
Made something out of scratch
Car pull up (who this?), tinted, some gray shit
Joe reach for the strap, Pop stop him, "Yo, that's Kway shit"
Kway hopped out, looking like he winning
Two chains, Rolex, Diddy bop, grinning
He was making his rounds
About to pick up 15 and drop off another pound
Smooth like a breeze
So as fast as you seen him be a fast as he leave
And Joe was always strapped, Home Depot
Look at Pop, "I forgot to ask, where you meet bro?"
"Kway? Well you know my sister December?
She was fucking with him since as long as I remember"
Then the feds hit the hood, ironic, '02 December
Did some super mean biz, some high max in Virginia
Remember I told you December getting paid?
Ten bands a month, Mall trips for days
I swear that nigga Kway
Paid her off a 100 stacks and gave my sister AIDS"
"Word? That's crazy, bro"