Blood On The Dash (feat. Gary Clark Jr.)

I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school
 Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
 I think there's blood on the dashboard of this old school
 Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
 Late night in the Caddy, just rollin' through the hood
 Known to act bad, but tonight it's all good
 Just picked up a Michael Vick of that dro
 Can't wait to get to the crib so I can blow
 Half a mile away from the house, I hit Valero
 Grab a couple packs of some 'rillos and a Modelo
 Roll one up and throw the 'bacco out the window
 Pull out of the parkin' lot and fire up the indo
 Inhale, goddamn, big puffs of smoke
 Exhale, now it's time to take another toke
 But in the rearview, man, I can see me some headlights
 Next thing you know, the fuckin' blue and the red lights
 These streets never have police patrollin' em
 When they supposed to, now I'm lookin' for the Ozium
 Tryna stash the weed somewhere he can't see
 That's when I realized that I got my pistol on me
 Goddamn
 There might be blood on the dashboard of this old school
 Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
 There might be blood on the dashboard of this old school
 Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
 Yeah, yeah
 Officer man, I'm a part of the police force
 But I don't walk or beat or ride on a police horse
 In my patrol car late night ridin'
 Workin' in the same community that I reside in
 I saw the pain in the city and couldn't stand it
 Crimes committed and no one was reprimanded
 The conditions in my city was gettin' bad
 So I hit the academy and walked away with a badge
 I need to piss so I stop at the Valero
 I see a guy buyin' some Swishers and a Modelo
 Please don't light it up 'til you're home, that's what I'm hopin'
 That's when I see him dump his tobacco and start smokin'
 I pull up right behind him and hit the light
 If he admit he got some weed I'ma let him make it tonight
 As long as there's no warrants and he's legal in the streets
 That's when I see him reach under his mothafuckin' seat, goddamn
 I see the blood on the dashboard of this old school
 Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
 I see the blood on the dashboard of this old school
 Digi dash, and the fishbowl glass, make the heavens laugh
 I pull over to the side tryna stay calm
 Whole car smellin' like fire, straight napalm
 I know my gun ain't got no bodys
 Got haters up off me but ain't shot nobody
 Should I tell him I'm packin' but ain't got no 'plex?
 Or just let him find that ho and wait and see what's next
 What if he's a killer cop like I've seen on the news?
 Should I shoot his ass first? Goddamn, I'm confused
 Okay I checked his plates and they came back clean
 But I still better call some backup to the scene
 I don't know what he was reachin' for so I'm feelin' nauseous
 I just wanna make it home so I'm tryna be cautious
 Got a couple of arrests, but ain't no convictions
 Get out the squad car and my adrenaline kicks in
 So not knowin' if he's committed any prior harm
 I walk up to his car with my hand on my firearm