In The Beginning, There Was Dope, Money, And Then There Was Me

Hotel Nacional de Cuba    
Havana, Cuba    
    
Where the fuck is he!
Two more minutes than this fuck feels my steel heat
Impatiently waiting for my point, A man to deliver the fucking Keys
Been held up in this hotel room for days
Dodging the scent of the FBI, CIA, and the fucking DEA
    
Blackberry steadily vibrating
This better be this motherfucker, delays I ain’t anticipating
“Speak bitch.”
Caller reciting code name, pop pop for any suspected snitch
Where the fuck is my Dope!
You come up short again, Glock dreams with no remaining hope
    
You know who the fuck I am
The silent nun runner, deadlier than the Son of Sam
Quiet footsteps in this life I dance
Command and take your ass out on a demand
You cross my money, my peeps
In the middle of the night, your blood shall seep
Six feet under for your homies to weep  

Sweet as a kitty cat in the day, poisonous bitch under the blanket of night
I need fucking clearance out of here on my private jet flight
Small bills, use the drone to fly that taste in
No time for the man to get suspect of this nun’s deadly sins
As discussed, pure and uncut
I have issues of no human I trust
On the mean streets, one hit, this dope is known as the nose’s lust
    
Now get me the fuck out of here, and meet me with my blow
No questions asked, I got the dollars and the pesos
Get me on USA soil to move this weight beyond the borders
Connections waiting in Mexico, New York, and Key West Florida
    
These fuckers here got me straight up paranoid
I need to be accounted for on Monday, I got a presentation to present to my Board
Now let’s do this
And this time no Bonnie and Clyde shell casing dropping bullshit
    
Sirens howling in the distance background
If heat goes down
Keep the mouth closed, and give up no fucking sounds
Blackberry finally silenced
Money, dope, bitches, moving it comes down to self-reliance  
    
Moving to the window, glancing out, eyes scanning around
No retreat, no surrender, I stand my motherfucking ground
Grabbing my Glock, my Uzi kissing each for luck
Taking me down, not an option, fuck