For two decades
From state facility to the feds
From yard to yard
Come home and tell me the stories
Drums,
you helped me get through my bed
With quality street music
Why would I ever stop?
Freedom man!
Let it fly, watch his face live
Macabre, tryna play rich
He said he a shooter, cause he take pics
Make it make sense,
playing Wagoneer with great sense
Up in the block,
people,
faces I see that they,
mmm,
staking shrimp
Dennis,
I come from just tryna make rent I kill her,
till he got interrogated
He gave a statement,
criticized in the life of these
You never stayed with,
you mad at me bout,
what you wanted
You never laid with,
don't mean to sound abrasive
But I got used to these payments,
most,
fab They either technical or they flagrant
You was on my,
until she dropped at your location Thinking Richard,
got you rushing
Ain't got no patience,
black Steve Madden's Can't identify no one's face
Wasn't nothing to it,
that was just a demonstration Of the way we playing,
no referees Young and discorning,
put Prince on blood All on his joints,
he feel important now
He never felt the love,
he never felt the love His mama never kissed him,
daddy never gave no hug Cause he was on them prison yards,
she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he could trust,
all this feeling stuck
He never felt the love,
he never felt the love His mama never kissed him,
daddy never gave no hug
Cause he was on them prison yards,
she was on them drugs Ain't nobody he could trust,
all this feeling stuck
Let it fly,
watch his face live,
with Conn Pfeiffer Tryna play rich,
he said he'd shoot her
I didn't take pics,
make it make sense He did bad and ain't been straight since
Arm in the pot, when we cook it, call it A-Fence
Call it like,
Dottie Mann,
smoke a spliff and play Prince
Purple rain,
put you under four,
five,
like a weight bench
Bench press,
never homie died like I ain't been stretched
If champagne was a test, I probably aced it
Shout to Hova,
Freecast Nova,
we are the culture Voters with they bird eye view,
just tryna scope us Some of us was born athletic,
we try to coach it Put us on the most wanted picture,
on a poster The children of the life staff,
knowin' most of us foe Raps about baggin' up,
Maria Sharapova Barrel in the holster,
so my hip don't get too hot You already know the drill,
it's nothin' for this K to fly,
3K fly He never felt the love,
he never felt the love His mama never kissed him,
daddy never gave no hug Cause he was on them prison yards,
she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, all is feeling stuck
He never felt the love,
he never felt the love His mama never kissed him,
daddy never
gave no hug Cause he was on them prison yards,
she was
on them drugs Ain't nobody he can trust,
all is feeling
stuck Feeling stuck,
feeling stuck,
feeling stuck,
feeling stuck,
feeling stuck,
feeling stuck,
feeling stuck