Story Time

Huh Let me tell a little sad story about this young boy Grew up, no pops in the crib That nigga momma workin' So she couldn't really show him no love when he was a kid (AyoAA) He didn't even mean to do that incident He was only 18 when he got caught that bid He in and out of jail, he ain't know how to move He ain't know how to fight, he ain't know how to lose He walked in the spot (spot) They told him, "Strip, cough, squat" (uh) The C.O. just told him that this is procedure But he knew in his mind that he was doin' a lot (uh) He had to figure it out and then learn all the rules And then follow them, like it or not He caught a new charge 'cause he had a little weed Tryna sneak this shit in, it was right in his sock (ha-ha) They had him intake for like a week They hate his guts, they think he killed police They made it super cold with the AC They ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets They put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink He couldn't think, he couldn't sleep They gave him no soap to wash his ass They ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth, look He ain't know why they keep botherin' him He was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with him Pacin' back and forth, they keep on followin' him Couldn't take it no more, and he finally hit him (yeah, look) The C.O. done hit the button And they come and they helpin' him and run in and crack his ass He just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon He lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad He ain't never been locked up before, but he made up his mind He like, "Fuck it, if this how it start" They couldn't count him out 'Cause anybody who know lil' homie, know lil' homie got heart He gon' adapt to his habitat, even if his habitat get dark (uh) He was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water And then he grew into a shark (then he grew into a shark) Two years later (uh), nine fights in, he found his religion He started workin' out, takin' food, soups and respect 'cause this shit wasn't given He wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night And his life wasn't hittin' (life wasn't hittin') And his life wasn't hittin' (his life wasn't hittin') And his life wasn't, look (nah) Two years, he fought the case, and he ain't worry 'bout it In his mind, he knew he ain't losin' He got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer And that lawyer do know what he doin' They wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial But that little nigga goin' through it (huh) He was just holdin' it down for his man's 'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shootin' (bow) He didn't cop out to this damn lie Call home and found out his man died He looked up to the sky like, "Damn, why?" 'Cause he's locked in the cell, and he can't slide All hell break loose when that man cry You can see the demon in his damn eyes That nigga a vampire, hah (baow!) If he want you dead, then it's verified (baow!) And he went back in his cell and he thought to himself like, "Damn, I feel a lil' stupid" He got a big gun in the crib, but he's stuck in the jam, and he can't even use it He want a re-trial and take back everything that he said 'cause he know he ain't do it Lil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already and he stickin' to it (uh, woo) Yeah, huh, he stickin' to it, uh Yeah, huh, huh Yeah, uh Fivi, back, look