Steel

Just tell me how you feel Who gone really help you when you locked up in that cell I let my dogs eat when I ain't have a full meal Would you get up and leave When this shit would get real Riding wit that iron Gotta ride wit a steel I know I keep it real Pray for my big brudda cause he locked up in that cell I see your fake love I can tell just by your smell Got up out the hood Imma ride wit it still Tell me what's the deal If we work together I swear We could make a mill Got you like my brudda For you ya imma kill Wait till you come out And we gone fly up to the hills Big bag full of money Counting hunnid dolla bills Money in the bank I gotta count up em hunnids When they see me and gang They already know how we coming This shit won't feel the same If my dawg don't come how we coming Man fuck your feelings He say that he wit it He bluffing For you I'd slide You and me ride They don't want smoke Cause I swear I'll get high Fk wit my guys Someone gotta die Don't take me for a joke Cause I'll let that shit fly Just tell me how you feel Who gone really help you when you locked up in that cell I let my dogs eat when I ain't have a full meal Would you get up and leave When this shit would get real Riding wit that iron Gotta ride wit a steel I know I keep it real Pray for my big brudda cause he locked up in that cell I see your fake love I can tell just by your smell Got out the hood Imma ride wit it still Money over fame Only stay inside my lane I done seen blood switch Shit won't ever be the same Ya I know who to blame It's A year for every grain If I empty out the clip I won't even have a thing Imma come for his head If he try to come body us You get filled up wit led They gone chalk where your body was Let my bro get the rest Ain't nobody that's stopping us We gone make him his bed Smoke his ashes we lighting him Just tell me how you feel Who gone really help you when you locked up in that cell I let my dogs eat when I ain't have a full meal Would you get up and leave When this shit would get real Riding wit that iron Gotta ride wit a steel I know I keep it real Pray for my big brudda cause he locked up in that cell I see your fake love I can tell just by your smell Got out the hood Imma ride wit it still