CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Heartfelt
...see you back my dawg
I just pray they take the shackles off
Need my people from behind the wall
I don't even wanna answer call
This some heartfelt sh*t, catch a hot slug
We ain't finna drive around, we gon' park up
Lay a pu**y n***a down if he skeng 'nough
Brodie did time for some gang stuff
Now he locked down walking with a shank up
'Cause the Glock pound got him into handcuffs
He was riding wasn't thinking 'bout no cameras
Now he thinking 'bout his life, got to man up
He want a wife now, tell him pipedown
You know the street life, this sh*t is quite wild
It gets crazy, baby nina, f**k a baby
n***as know I got something to lose, so they page me
Hit 'em no bruise, my n***a this .380
Wavy like du's, my n***a I call it Bailey's
You got something to lose, my guy we got to make cheese
Talk about jewels, my n***a you want an A.P
How you on the news, my n***a you moving hasty
I know n***as sweet, you want to eat 'em like pastry's
Let's go it smooth, go take him to the bakery
Set the timer, warm him up and shoot him up blatantly
I can't go back to the snow
No boots on my feet, wit' my sneaks full of holes
Mama did her best, but she did it on her own
When I had nothing left, still got it like I'm grown
I just pray they take the shackles off
Need my people from behind the wall
I don't even wanna answer call
This some heartfelt sh*t, catch a hot slug
We ain't finna drive around, we gon' park up
Lay a pu**y n***a down if he skeng 'nough
Brodie did time for some gang stuff
Now he locked down walking with a shank up
'Cause the Glock pound got him into handcuffs
He was riding wasn't thinking 'bout no cameras
Now he thinking 'bout his life, got to man up
He want a wife now, tell him pipedown
You know the street life, this sh*t is quite wild
It gets crazy, baby nina, f**k a baby
n***as know I got something to lose, so they page me
Hit 'em no bruise, my n***a this .380
Wavy like du's, my n***a I call it Bailey's
You got something to lose, my guy we got to make cheese
Talk about jewels, my n***a you want an A.P
How you on the news, my n***a you moving hasty
I know n***as sweet, you want to eat 'em like pastry's
Let's go it smooth, go take him to the bakery
Set the timer, warm him up and shoot him up blatantly
I can't go back to the snow
No boots on my feet, wit' my sneaks full of holes
Mama did her best, but she did it on her own
When I had nothing left, still got it like I'm grown
