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Yo, bitch, I'm charged up, huh, feel good to be home, you heard like, for real man, long journey, trials and tribulations, still ain't break me, you heard, that's a fact, huh, yeah
First day out of phase, can't explain how I'm feeling, six and a half, I did 70 on this
Free the ones doing life, who will never know this feeling
I met niggas who ain't never coming home again
That get whatever just so they could get a moment in
They always tell me young and go home and don't come again
But how the fuck I make it home without my gun in hand
Cause I got niggas in the way tryna kill me, they ain't tryna grill me
Batty I just met, but I know she tryna milk me, I'm a boss bitch
Better come correct or you don't feel me
My niggas on they P's and Q's, they won't let you kill me
I got Nizzy on my side, Glizzy on my lap
Ain't no need for me to up, my brody on they back
We the walk down brothers, play with us, you gon' get shh
Yeah, play with us, you gon' get whacked, bitch
I had a cop on my dog bout a minute back
I told him watch out for the ones who don't give you daps
They animosity can feel it from a handshake
But when they look into your eyes and they can't stand straight
When you out of sight for sure you out of mind
Gotta pay the price, only ones that let you pay you mind
Watch out for the nice, when they come out hug you every time
Cause them niggas ain't your niggas and you blind, yeah
The feds for the politics, everything a argument
Grown man runnin' for the phone, I was part of it
A hundred sixty niggas in one pod, no extern shit
Four phones, this'll be a hour to get on this bitch
FM I felt it, now I'ma make sure I take ownership
But if my niggas right or wrong, I'm still gon' blow this bitch
I got some wheels, then got it wrapped like a full ownership
That's how I'm comin' every summer that I'm holdin' shit at
Yeah, and free my niggas till they make it home
I just sent the care pack, it ain't much, I'm still gon' send some more
I can send a bin out in a week, I'm still gon' send some more
Cause I know exactly how I be when you get in the zone
When the dogs out, used to really keep a hundred K
At my mom's house, runnin' through a brick, then hit the plug
Like I'm all out, I ain't never had to work no job
Cause I ain't call out, bitch, look, heavy on the stones
Bitch, I'm feelin' like a glacier, glad I made it home
Cause them niggas ain't gon' make it, wanna hit the road
I pray God give me the patience, I can get a brick of raw
And turn up on my baby, but I got too much shit to lose
Now I ain't got shit to prove, the license still a keeper too
Shittin' on them number two, candy ain't no risk
That's all my momma is gon' make it through, PK by the load
B.J. got his brody froze, it's on God, nigga
The animosity, can feel it from my handshake
But when they look into your eyes and they can't stand straight
It's just on God, nigga