In Jail
Out Of Jail
Hate is temporary, love is necessary
I went from eating pussy to eating commissary
Damn, Im addicted i need therapy
You can buy the answers but you cant afford to question me
1st off I dont need you 2nd guessing me
Jail is like 3rd base Im coming home eventually
Still got shooters, like hot tubs
Man Im anemic, still got Bloods
Im in my cell, reading fan mail
Wish I was in Amsterdam sipping Amstel
Thinking about all of that kush cant smell
Man they did me wrong I feel like Nelson Mandel
Uhh, I shine too hard, my lamp fell
But my name still under Alexander Graham Bell
I know you met damn cuz you know damn well
That I still got you open, open like a clam shell
Yeah, still fly on my Hawk shit
My conversation stinks, cuz I talk shit
Stay in ya lane, you on that double park shit
We eating at the top , you need a spoon and a forklift
I got rap, wrapped up like a gift
I'll plea sober if it were a fifth
I feel like Elvis, jailhouse rock
Im not Tupac, Im a new Pac
Behind bars but the bars dont stop
Recording over the phone I hope the call dont drop
Drizzy got the ball and I know the ball wont drop
And I pray none of my kids ever wanna be cops
Young Money get em, Young Money got em
The boss got his feet up, vacating on a island
Yeah and tell ya girl shoot a kite up
And even if you dont smoke muthafucker you gonna have to light up
I went from eating pussy to eating commissary
Damn, Im addicted i need therapy
You can buy the answers but you cant afford to question me
1st off I dont need you 2nd guessing me
Jail is like 3rd base Im coming home eventually
Still got shooters, like hot tubs
Man Im anemic, still got Bloods
Im in my cell, reading fan mail
Wish I was in Amsterdam sipping Amstel
Thinking about all of that kush cant smell
Man they did me wrong I feel like Nelson Mandel
Uhh, I shine too hard, my lamp fell
But my name still under Alexander Graham Bell
I know you met damn cuz you know damn well
That I still got you open, open like a clam shell
Yeah, still fly on my Hawk shit
My conversation stinks, cuz I talk shit
Stay in ya lane, you on that double park shit
We eating at the top , you need a spoon and a forklift
I got rap, wrapped up like a gift
I'll plea sober if it were a fifth
I feel like Elvis, jailhouse rock
Im not Tupac, Im a new Pac
Behind bars but the bars dont stop
Recording over the phone I hope the call dont drop
Drizzy got the ball and I know the ball wont drop
And I pray none of my kids ever wanna be cops
Young Money get em, Young Money got em
The boss got his feet up, vacating on a island
Yeah and tell ya girl shoot a kite up
And even if you dont smoke muthafucker you gonna have to light up
Out Of Jail
Faded off the kush I'm gone
Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my Grammo, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son then light up that L, Samuel
Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas
Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss nigga
Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me
Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit
Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man
Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan
How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary
Whoa nigga, die slow nigga
For dear life your holding on En Vogue nigga
Unload nigga, reload nigga
Tools on deck, Home Depot nigga
Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball, it's Carter IV!
Yeah, we get fuck y'all money, how you want to play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That's one eye closed, one eye open
Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen
I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon
Uptown shit, wet the whole party
Weezy gone ball, ball like Steve Harvey
The heater I'm a tuck her, tuck her like Dolores
That's my word, word like the-saurus
I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord
Fear nobody but God almighty
Shoot that motherfucker 'til I get arthritis
I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it, I paint a picture vivid
And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me
Forget the bullshit and remember me
Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my Grammo, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son then light up that L, Samuel
Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas
Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss nigga
Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me
Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit
Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man
Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan
How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary
Whoa nigga, die slow nigga
For dear life your holding on En Vogue nigga
Unload nigga, reload nigga
Tools on deck, Home Depot nigga
Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball, it's Carter IV!
Yeah, we get fuck y'all money, how you want to play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That's one eye closed, one eye open
Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen
I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon
Uptown shit, wet the whole party
Weezy gone ball, ball like Steve Harvey
The heater I'm a tuck her, tuck her like Dolores
That's my word, word like the-saurus
I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord
Fear nobody but God almighty
Shoot that motherfucker 'til I get arthritis
I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it, I paint a picture vivid
And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me
Forget the bullshit and remember me
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