This one for my niggas locked behind the cell
This one for my niggas neva getting bail
This one for my niggas locked up inside
Thought that was yo dawg then that boy switched them sides
Claim he was a real one we found out he lied
Now ya baby momma tryna f*ck on the guys
Aye bitch I ain't want shit
I just wanted to let you know I love you and the fam
Free me til its backwards, Til I'm free
But said hold ya head know what I'm saying
Chin up chest out bitch I'll be home soon then later
Boy! the streets aint real no mo
They be switching up
They don't keep it trill no mo
These days I'm feeling heartless
That's if I'm being honest
Cause boy regardless these harlots make it the hardest
On the grind all day from August to August
Kept it real wit a nigga but he was dishonest
Street code these days don't be meaning nothing
Light saber stuck all in my back all for trusting
Swichblade dug all in my side so disgusted
Hall of Fame hoe ass nigga been inducted
Knowin' how it go
Yeah we know these niggas foe
Said you hit her know she lying
Don't you ever trust these hoes
Better wear that f*ckin' rubber, don't be f*ckin meat to meat
Don't be fallin for that shit, they try to cuddle meat to cheek
Nigga can't you see
I need you to trust in me
Before you singing jubilee
In that court all on yo knees
Don't you let em X you out
Don't you let em see you crawl
Don't you let em have that DA put yo picture on the wall dog
Boy this shit a ColeWorld waiting for the falloff
She won't hold you down gone be screening all yo calls dawg
Boy! This shit aint real no mo
They be switching up
They don't keep it trill no mo
This one for my niggas locked behind the cell
This one for my niggas neva getting bail
This one for my niggas locked up inside
Thought that was yo dawg then that boy switched them sides
Claim he was a real one we found out he lied
Now ya baby momma tryna f*ck on the guys
Boy! the streets aint real no mo
They be switching up
They don't keep it trill no mo
Know what I'm talkin bout 6 bands is a lil thang
You know they want half a mil for a nigga head, so
I love you stay out the way, keep puttin yo foot on these niggas necks
Aye let these niggas know what that Texas sound like down there in Florida fam
Keep f*ckin em over
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This one for my niggas locked behind the cell
This one for my niggas neva getting bail
This one for my niggas locked up inside
Thought that was yo dawg then that boy switched them sides
Claim he was a real one we found out he lied
Now ya baby momma tryna f*ck on the guys
Aye bitch I ain't want shit
I just wanted to let you know I love you and the fam
Free me til its backwards, Til I'm free
But said hold ya head know what I'm saying
Chin up chest out bitch I'll be home soon then later
Boy! the streets aint real no mo
They be switching up
They don't keep it trill no mo
These days I'm feeling heartless
That's if I'm being honest
Cause boy regardless these harlots make it the hardest
On the grind all day from August to August
Kept it real wit a nigga but he was dishonest
Street code these days don't be meaning nothing
Light saber stuck all in my back all for trusting
Swichblade dug all in my side so disgusted
Hall of Fame hoe ass nigga been inducted
Knowin' how it go
Yeah we know these niggas foe
Said you hit her know she lying
Don't you ever trust these hoes
Better wear that f*ckin' rubber, don't be f*ckin meat to meat
Don't be fallin for that shit, they try to cuddle meat to cheek
Nigga can't you see
I need you to trust in me
Before you singing jubilee
In that court all on yo knees
Don't you let em X you out
Don't you let em see you crawl
Don't you let em have that DA put yo picture on the wall dog
Boy this shit a ColeWorld waiting for the falloff
She won't hold you down gone be screening all yo calls dawg
Boy! This shit aint real no mo
They be switching up
They don't keep it trill no mo
This one for my niggas locked behind the cell
This one for my niggas neva getting bail
This one for my niggas locked up inside
Thought that was yo dawg then that boy switched them sides
Claim he was a real one we found out he lied
Now ya baby momma tryna f*ck on the guys
Boy! the streets aint real no mo
They be switching up
They don't keep it trill no mo
Know what I'm talkin bout 6 bands is a lil thang
You know they want half a mil for a nigga head, so
I love you stay out the way, keep puttin yo foot on these niggas necks
Aye let these niggas know what that Texas sound like down there in Florida fam
Keep f*ckin em over
This one for my niggas neva getting bail
This one for my niggas locked up inside
Thought that was yo dawg then that boy switched them sides
Claim he was a real one we found out he lied
Now ya baby momma tryna f*ck on the guys
Aye bitch I ain't want shit
I just wanted to let you know I love you and the fam
Free me til its backwards, Til I'm free
But said hold ya head know what I'm saying
Chin up chest out bitch I'll be home soon then later
Boy! the streets aint real no mo
They be switching up
They don't keep it trill no mo
These days I'm feeling heartless
That's if I'm being honest
Cause boy regardless these harlots make it the hardest
On the grind all day from August to August
Kept it real wit a nigga but he was dishonest
Street code these days don't be meaning nothing
Light saber stuck all in my back all for trusting
Swichblade dug all in my side so disgusted
Hall of Fame hoe ass nigga been inducted
Knowin' how it go
Yeah we know these niggas foe
Said you hit her know she lying
Don't you ever trust these hoes
Better wear that f*ckin' rubber, don't be f*ckin meat to meat
Don't be fallin for that shit, they try to cuddle meat to cheek
Nigga can't you see
I need you to trust in me
Before you singing jubilee
In that court all on yo knees
Don't you let em X you out
Don't you let em see you crawl
Don't you let em have that DA put yo picture on the wall dog
Boy this shit a ColeWorld waiting for the falloff
She won't hold you down gone be screening all yo calls dawg
Boy! This shit aint real no mo
They be switching up
They don't keep it trill no mo
This one for my niggas locked behind the cell
This one for my niggas neva getting bail
This one for my niggas locked up inside
Thought that was yo dawg then that boy switched them sides
Claim he was a real one we found out he lied
Now ya baby momma tryna f*ck on the guys
Boy! the streets aint real no mo
They be switching up
They don't keep it trill no mo
Know what I'm talkin bout 6 bands is a lil thang
You know they want half a mil for a nigga head, so
I love you stay out the way, keep puttin yo foot on these niggas necks
Aye let these niggas know what that Texas sound like down there in Florida fam
Keep f*ckin em over
Writer: Stevenson Davis Jr.
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