Tampering With Evidence

Police lock us up because they don't understand the way we live Interrogating us all for hours We ain't telling what we did I was way up in New York when they broke in Montana crib Somebody told them we was gone, yea I know what it is Some nigga around me tryna snake me Prolly trying to get me killed Shooters trilling on my real nigga, this the way we live Seem like they started hating when they heard I got a deal Momma told me my cousin died I ain't shed a tear If it wasn't for Montana, I'd have juvenile life