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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maxo Kream
Maxo Kream
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah
Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Patrick P. Adams
Patrick P. Adams
Songwriter
Afolabi Osinulu
Afolabi Osinulu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
teej
teej
Producer

Lyrics

Free J Lo, free One Time, free Lil CBD Ayy, free Lil Wannabe, ayy, free Montana C Ayy, free J Money, ayy, free Fauni Free my Crip Papa, hey, hey, free Lil T.Y, hey, hey Free my daddy, hey, he gon' be alright, hey Free Gas for like, free my nigga Ike I got homies in the grave, I got homies doin' life I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12 Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12 Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll tell 'em crackers burn in hell I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in the pen I got some that's comin' home, I got some that's goin' in Tried to go to visitation, but they wouldn't let me in So our only conversation writin' letters with a pen Wanna see just how you doin', wanna know just how you been Tell you who your bitch been screwin', check in on your mom and 'em Hope you get a second chance, we been down since elementary Hope one day we meet again, break you out this penitentiary Cuz, what's crackin'? Hop you straight, know you thuggin' like you should Seen your momma yesterday, gave her money for your books Different day, the same shit, nothing changed on Murda Block Couple homies hit a lick and got the other homies popped They got shot up with a K, I got good and bad news They say Redro gon' be straight, but Sto Groove ain't make it through They hit Redro with a eight, only hit Sto Groove with two 'Round this time last year in May, crackhead junkie killed Young Doof I seen your stupid baby momma, she still actin' like a thot Always fightin', startin' drama, she be fuckin' with the opps Asked her why she never write you, why she never help you out She say you trippin', you don't listen, and your temper always hot But let me tell you 'bout your daughter, yesterday, she tried to walk Everyday, she gettin' smarter, other day, she tried to talk You can't be there like a father and it's fuckin' with you mentally Court-appointed lawyer got my bro a half a century Give me strength to count my blessings, Lord knows it could be worse I got niggas in the pen and I got niggas in the dirt Pray to God to keep my faith, 'cause right now, I'm losin' hope So I'ma pray to that dope, put that faith in my work I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in the pen I got some that's comin' home, I got some that's goin' in Tried to go to visitation, but they wouldn't let me in So our only conversation writin' letters with a pen Wanna see just how you doin', wanna know just how you been Tell you who your bitch been screwin', check in on your mom and 'em Hope you get a second chance, we been down since elementary Hope one day we meet again, break you out this penitentiary I know you worried 'bout me, cuzzo, we ain't talked in a minute Don't think a nigga tryna ignore you, I'm just handlin' business On my way here, I was blowin' and they told the lieutenant Word got back to the warden and they cancelled my visit I dropped 40 on a lawyer, tryna reduce your sentence He better than that court-appointed, he gon' fight to appeal it But you gotta stop trippin', I heard they caught ya with a phone And they threw you in the hole, you probably wonder how I know I miss them days when we was mobbin', we was robbin' just for fun If you was fightin', then we fightin', jump 'em, ain't no one on one Remember clutchin' at the function, I got locked up with a gun You went in every nigga pockets and got money for my bond I know you really miss them streets, but you ain't really missin' none I know this rap shit look real Sweet, but my real life, it ain't no fun 'Cause right now, I'm out on bond, Madu, he on probation My lil' bro on the run, he think he on vacation My pops back in the system, he might just die in prison My mom is co-defendant, so she got locked up with him He got snitched on by his own sister, she the eyewitness Now every time I see my blood cousins, I don't even feel 'em See what them drugs, They took my own cousins, started actin' different Cookin' drugs with my older brother, bakin' soda whippin' Servin' drugs with my older brother 'til he started sniffin' I think my bro addicted I tried to put my nigga on and then he ended up stealin' I caught that nigga stealin' crumbs when I was plottin' on millions Believe in death before dishonor, Father God, please forgive him I pray to God 'cause if I see him, swear to God, I'ma kill him I got some change, my niggas changed, I'm gettin' change, they think I'm rich They want me locked up in a cage, I'm fightin' RICO just like Mitch The only time I wear a suit and tie Is at a funeral or a courtroom for trial I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12 Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12 Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll tell 'em crackers burn in hell I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in the pen I got some that's comin' home, I got some that's goin' in Tried to go to visitation, but they wouldn't let me in So our only conversation writin' letters with a pen Wanna see just how you doin', wanna know just how you been Tell you who your bitch been screwin', check in on your mom and 'em Hope you get a second chance, we been down since elementary Hope one day we meet again, break you out this penitentiary
Writer(s): Patrick Peter Adams, Michael George Dean, Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Afolabi Osinulu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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