See my *?
For two decades
I'm listening from penitentiary to penitentiary
From state facility to the feds
From yard to yard
Niggas come home and tell me the stories
Drum
You helped me get through my bed
With quality street music
Why would I ever stop?
Freedom man
Let it fly, watch his face lift
McCart fight for niggas, tryna play rich
He said he a shooter, cause he take pics
Make it make sense,
crane wagon in with great tints
Spin the block,
peep niggas faces,
I see that they pissed
Steak and shrimp,
dentist,
I come from just tryna make rent
Killer,
till he got interrogated,
he gave a statement
Criticizing the life of these niggas,
you never stayed with
You mad at me bout bitches you wanted,
you never laid with
Don't mean to sound abrasive,
but I got used to these payments
Most niggas foul,
they either technical or they flagrant
You was on my bitch until she dropped at your location
Thinking with your dick,
got you rushing,
ain't got no patience
Black ski mask,
can't identify no one faces Wasn't nothing to it,
that was just a demonstration
Of the way we playing,
no referees,
young and discorning Footprints of blood,
all on his Jordans
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 the prison yard,
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 the prison yard,
she was on them drugs Ain't nobody he could trust,
all this feeling stuck
Let it fly,
watch his face live it,
what kind of fight for niggas tryna play
rich He said he'll shoot a bad nigga,
take pics,
make it make sense He did bad and ain't been straight since,
I'm in the pot
When we cook it,
call it Yates Benson,
call it like,
Dottie Manne,
smoke a spliff and play Prince Purple
rain put you under 45 like a weight bench,
bench press
Never homie died like I ain't been stretched If champagne was a test,
I probably aced it
Shouts to Hova,
free casanova,
we outta culture Votes just what they bird-eyed view,
just tryna scope watch
Some of us was born athletic,
they try to coach you Put us on the most wanted picture,
on a poster
They children of the lifestyle,
knowing most of us po'ed Raps about bagging up,
Maria Sharapova
Barreling the Ota,
so my hip don't get too hot You already know the drill,
it's nothing for this K to fly,
Kreek,
he fly
He ain't even tryin to make it Big Sean ain't gonna make it