Notorious IRS

Taxes, taxes, all I pay is taxes
Credit cards maxed, IRS is on our asses
They won’t stop harassing for the next payment
Soon I’mma lose the dash and crash into the pavement
Debt collectors looking for spare cash in the basement
I just wanna crash at the crib and eat some Ramen
Betcha wouldn’t expect this was all from tax evasion
But I might need a heist cause my ice needs some engravings
My friends keep saying «just pay off the debt»
At this point it cost me more than triple the rent
The IRS pulled up and they was looking for blood
I hear sirens sent a text that said «getcho ass up»
Hightail it out the backyard, and then we hijack the whip
Foot on the pedal and I got the super soaker on my hip
Pulling out into the street still in my boxer briefs
It’s a real chase now they got the chief of police
My boys back in the PT
Comin through with the heat
No less than 5 minutes and we was outta those streets
Now I’m back with the crew, hit up Cactus Blue, turned onto Route 22
And then I gassed it nonstop until they put me in a casket
Outlast it and hit em with the gat in my jacket
No trackin these bastards
You ask how long I been on the run for
I say my whole life
Story starts back in NJ, we left in ‘05
Just three and the IRS was on me
My nose snotty barely walking but I’s still taking bodies
Born in one hand the shotty, in the other the TEC
The agents tryna collect
All of my credit card debt
Tried to hide down in ‘Hampton
But they wouldn’t forget
My name age and location so I won’t never confess
(IRS)
Thought I finally shook ‘em but they must’ve caught my plates
Just across the border now I’m on the interstate
I got LA on my mind cause we’re right back on the race
Just outran ‘em again, but imma keep tempting fate
Under the radar, We on some kinda watchlist
Whip’s beaten up and you know the cops is obnoxious
Got half a tank a gas, and 5 bucks in my wallet
But they ain’t gonna post bail so it looks like we’ll haul it
I’m gone