Depend on Me

There's always somebody out there in the world That may need you... If you love them, help a hand... Just a little bit of love The little things in life Will help somebody out... I had to let my nigga know That he could depend on me I know if he was free and I had beef He would spin for me I know if he was free and I had beef He would sin for me He don't ask for nothing much But just that I win for em He blew the trial but satisfied with me Because I went for him And I don't brag about that kinda money I spent on him And I don't brag about those magazines That I sent for him Our bonds worth more than currency I'll trade every cent for him He told me big dogs breaks chains Til they paw hurt I told him stay prayed up and Stick to your law work I told him stay prayed up and Sit and let God work When something happen to one of the men Then we all hurt I thought bout when I fell Who was going to get your books right I heard you grew your dreads I'm wondering what you look like I help you see through those dark times I'm ya book light Me not riding out your bid Then what would I look like Me not riding out your bid Then what would I feel like They gave you four letters They don't know what that feel like They gave us four letters I said us because I feel like I'm real enough To do this thing with you in real life... I had to let my nigga know That he could depend on me I know if he was free and I had beef He would spin for me I know if he was free and I had beef He would sin for me He don't ask for nothing much But just that I win for em He blew the trial but satisfied with me Because I went for him And I don't brag about that kinda money I spent on him And I don't brag about those magazines That I sent for him Our bonds worth more than currency I'll trade every cent for him I gotta send you pictures I just touched with a sink on me Ain't even have no tatts I got a whole bunch of ink on me I wisened up I don't need no nigga to think for me I got my shit together There ain't even a kink on me I can't go back to jail because I got people relying on me I'm tryna keep my niggas out the way They keep dying on me I'm tired of having moms and baby moms Always crying on me I'm tired of fbi and other agencies spying on me I wanna visit you but that ain't just how parole work Your girl said you tripping and you back to your hole spurts Don't ever stress yourself about what you can't control first The games can come second start putting ya goals first I had to let my nigga know That he could depend on me I know if he was free and I had beef He would spin for me I know if he was free and I had beef He would sin for me He don't ask for nothing much But just that I win for em He blew the trial but satisfied with me Because I went for him And I don't brag about that kinda money I spent on him And I don't brag about those magazines That I sent for him Our bonds worth more than currency I'll trade every cent for him I thanking you so much for being there when I needed you Trust me It mean ten times more to me than it mean to you I'm on my last appeal I just hope God see it through But if it ain't meant I guess the streets i'll breath through you Yea I try to smile everyday but i stress daily My son ask me AM I coming home I said yes maybe But When he paused I had to turn around and say yes baby I had to lie to him now its burning my chest crazy Yeah I grew my hair out I pray i get a answer before the year out I choose to put the streets over my family Got me here now Da streets is never good But this the side you never hear bout Bust my gun instead of raise my son That's what these tears bout My shorty barely picking up her phone because she moved on Got your own life and got to grow Don't think you wrong While I'm in this place and got to shower with my shoes on Bro I appreciate you everyday On my momma now Bring my knife outside my cell When i'm coming out Doing a Life sentence Only phone time running out Covid got us twenty-three and one We barely coming out My celly got a hundred years Because he let a hundred out Sheesh mmm that's what this thuggin' bout Won't never see no pussy grab a magazine and rub it out Found out my peoples died through a letter Fuck this haunted house This shit crazy it will break you baby So you better choose another route I had to let my nigga know That he could depend on me I know if he was free and I had beef He would spin for me I know if he was free and I had beef He would sin for me He don't ask for nothing much But just that I win for em He blew the trial but satisfied with me Because I went for him And I don't brag about that kinda money I spent on him And I don't brag about those magazines That I sent for him Our bonds worth more than currency I'll trade every cent for him