No Holidays

Oh, ooh, ooh, oh Trill got the juice, nigga Salute Ayy, I'm in this motherfuckin' four, four by four cell Man, I just runnin' around hittin' licks Lookin' in mirrors and shit No Christmases, no Thanksgiving, this shit here get sad No 4th of July, man, I swear your ass'll be mad Just thinkin' 'bout what you need to do And turnin' up with your gang And how you miss 'em and they miss you too But you cannot hang Don't talk about them holidays, no holidays I was locked up for them holidays, no holidays No holidays, hey No holidays, no holidays Imagine bein' locked up for all of your holidays Bitch, it's Thanksgiving, wait, damn, bruh, it's Christmas? I woke up in the same damn mat, and this food ain't delicious I knew if I was out though, my dawg's mama'd be whippin' She'd be cookin' that good food, all in that kitchen Bitch, I'm in the can (Ayy, uh) Lookin' in the mirror like wait, find yourself Man, you really need to find yourself Don't need to depend on no one else And they tryna tell me line up for lunch I don't wanna eat that shit right There, that shit ain't really brunch (Uh-uh) They puttin' other shit in that food, oh, damn you Don't let them crackers lock you up and then program you The government is really dirty, ayy They lockin' all of them young niggas who thuggin' In the trenches Front with them 30s, huh But them niggas just gotta get it 'Cause that's how they're livin' and that's how it goes, huh Them niggas just tryna get it They tryna get money, don't fuck on these hoes No Christmases, no Thanksgiving, this shit here get sad No 4th of July, man, I swear your ass'll be mad Just thinkin' 'bout what you need to do And turnin' up with your gang And how you miss 'em and they miss you too But you cannot hang Don't talk about them holidays, no holidays I was locked up for them holidays, no holidays No holidays, hey No holidays, no holidays Imagine bein' locked up for all of your holidays This turkey dry as fuck, don't wanna eat it (Don't eat it, ayy) No pussy in this cell, I had to beat it (Had to masturbate) I'm in the science classroom learnin' 'bout a fetus ('Bout a baby) Spray Gildan Bob Barker, no Adidas (No Adidas on) My young niggas still out there With them heaters (With them 40 Glocks) No Juvy, still out here trainin' Them eaters (Trainin' them ratchet hoes) Can't sleep at night, can't sleep at night Can't sleep at night, oh no, no, no They don't wanna see a nigga make it out this cell I can see it in their eyes (Yeah) Are you surprised? (Are you surprised?) That we made it this far? (We made it this far?) They don't wanna see you make it (Wanna see you make it) But they know that you a star Told you, man, lil' baby want get faded You can be Freddy, fuck nigga, I'm Jason All these ratchet young niggas chasin' Say he got a feelin', lil' nigga, better face it, yeah, yeah They don't make guns in jail You better learn how to take the L I pray to God I prevail, fuck it, the judge wish me well Ain't no holidays when you in that cell It ain't no holiday that can save you No Christmases, no Thanksgiving, this shit here get sad No 4th of July, man, I swear your ass'll be mad Just thinkin' 'bout what you need to do And turnin' up with your gang And how you miss 'em and they miss you too But you cannot hang Don't talk about them holidays, no holidays I was locked up for them holidays, no holidays No holidays, hey No holidays, no holidays Imagine bein' locked up for all of your holidays