First the judge gone adjourn my case
Prosecutor gone turn her face
Bailiff come and cuff my wrist
Then its back to the pen to the same old shit
And I feel like sometime its better to be alone
Cuz when you die they bury you on your own
Your people pour Henney on your stone
But you just a memory until your gone
And all along
Nobody really cares about your misery
Cuz everybody going through it individually
There's no connection with us, no chemistry
They got us locked down in the penitentiary
Nobody knows what your going thru mentally
They dont think that you going home eventually
So they got try to play you to the left
And do alotta foul shit to weigh in on the stress
Dudes praying on your death
Hoping that you break
But you gotta take the H and just wear it on your chest
Cuz a real man stand on his own two
And don’t depend on what the next man goin through
See what you going through is just a phase
You see your homies true colors when you locked in a cage
Cuz it was all good on the block getting payed
Till u locked trying call shorty rock getting played
And they gon be afraid when you back home
But I never met a snake with a backbone
They swear you on your grind trying to get back on
But you just trying to clear your mind get it back strong
But when its pain involved it seems to last long
The time never die homie it just pass on
Thats why I’m in the trap chopping till the bag gone
40 on my lap, homie front I get my clap on
You ain't making movies dog, ain't the one to act on
Already know I give it up, **** who got a badge on
They gone need a task force
Now we here mufukka
Everybody stop, they all stare mufukka
Look at how we did it, from the chains to the range
Now I toast to the crew champagne to the gang
I'm wicked with the tool
He better stick and move
We gun his ass down and we never leave no proof
Always got a strap on me so I never need a crew
Like.. OK yea (I'm good)
Top down in the winter, that's how winners do
Day one I been real to the mineral
Always been a general, Military aim
I flood em with the storm
Breaking levies with the rain
If you really wanna dance I'll put you on the stage
Boy you gon catch a fade like Wesley had in blade
I came from the bottom, we never had it made
We Never had a maid
Now our records getting played
You don’t really wanna smoke
You don’t wanna go
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
All my homies down to go
The Mac pretty heavy wit the Guap
Getting to the money I won’t never let it stop
Went from a state bus to a candy apple drop
Daddy wallbucks with the Annie on the block
Yea yea
**** is y’all saying
All a my choppas is spraying
Hit you wit the K, from far away
Bullets start to scatter, everybody move a way
Home for a month now already doing me
Look at how I bounce right back like a G
Thought that it was over they was all counting sheep
B*****s on the **** but they never ride for free