DEEP Lyrics

Yeah

So he black, but she white

But he like what he likes

It's been that way since the first night

That they met

The first date

Had him convinced that's she the one

Years past they got little ones

They ain't as close as they use to be

Cause he working more

Like he supposed to be

He reserves a table with a canopy

To reignite the flames

She put on a dress

He put on his chains

That's when Doorbell rang

It's the baby sitter

They get a compliment

So they take a picture

Let me paint this picture

She was drinking

He was driving

She spilt the liquor

It's perfect timing

In the rear view he seen the sirens

Heard the whoop whoop

Pulled over

To the shoulder

Cop get out

Gun in the holster

He put his wallet on the dashboard

Hands at ten and two like he supposed to

He rolled down the window

Cop smelled the liquor

You drinking and driving

Nah

Boy don't you be lying

Boy

License and registration

His phone ring, it's the babysitter

He reach for it with no hesitation

The cop says, He got a weapon!

Squeeze the trigger four times

And left her ass devastated

He in too Deep

Deep, Deep

He in too Deep

Deep

He running

He just a police

But fuck the police, fuck what you mean

Look for his ass up in the streets

Another day

Another dollar

He wakes up

Take a shower

Out the shower

To brush his teeth

He get dress

Then he eats

Grab his keys

Before he leaves

Then he out the door

To the 9 to 5

He get paid for the overtime

So it more like a nine to nine

And at nine, he got a morning meeting

To talk about deadlines for a new design

Shhiii, You know the sequence

it's no secret

Where he want to be

Not the office

He want to leave

Record a hit

He only come to work

Cause he got Bills, Bills, Bills

And he like nice shit

Let me paint this pic

He been climbing the ladder

Not making no music

His pocket get fatter

Convincing himself

Just one more assignment

Then he back to the rapping

But that never happens

Can't find the balance

Overachieving

Working the weekends

Now he's more

Integrated

Moving up VPs who he interface with

Less time in the booth

Cause he back in school

Running more simulations

You know

Music ain't cheap

Studio fees

Videos cost

When chasing them dreams

Is it too late?

He climbing the ladder at work

While his dreams get further away

He in too Deep

Deep, Deep

He in too Deep

Deep,

He running

He in a routine

Putting in work, no in between

But all of that work is killing his dream

Same story

Different shit

A young nigga trynna make it rich

Bills due

Phone off

Child care

And he late on rent

By a few months

how he been paying shit

Cannabis, it's time to make a shift

He finds a plug, it's time to take a trip

Money coming and it's coming quick

Work a job

Make it make sense

Cause it take too long and he making flips

Back to back

Now he on the map

Get an Instagram, not talking apps

Straight gas

Full tank

He bringing them commas in

He feeling more confident

Nigga that obvious

Let me paint this pic

It was late one night, maybe 12:06

When his phone rang

Yeah he got a call

Pickup the phone, like who's this?

Yoo, it's Carter

Carter who?

From around the way

You know over west off of MLK

Well I'm back in town and I need a pound

And I'll pay extra if you meet right now

Bet

He hung up the phone

Loaded the gun

And he got dress

Put on his coat, grab the duffle, hopped in the Vet

Pull off

Made two lefts

One right

Now he at the light

Something don't seem right, that's when he seen the light

He in too Deep

Deep

Deep

He in too Deep

Deep

He running

Run

He running

Run

He running

Run

He running

Run

He running