(Drinkjuice)
Ayy, say whatever you need
Ayy, yeah, get whatever you want
Yeah, yeah, say whatever you need
Ayy, uh, say whatever you want
Ayy, ayy, get whatever you need
Ayy, uh, ayy
R.I.P. my lil' brother, times I wish that I could see him
Seen you down my timeline, damn, I wish that I was dreamin'
Got the trip from out of Target, I ain't find nothin' at Neiman's
I got opps up in the cell, I want 'em dead, I'm yellin', "Free 'em"
Rest in peace to all my niggas, free them members out the cage
Brodie on the high-speed, I just hope he get away
This shit happen all the time, niggas dyin' every day
Like how the fuck I'm 'posed to chill when I got niggas in that grave?
Yeah, I got niggas in that grave, I got niggas in that cell
Will I make it out this jungle? I don't know, shit, time'll tell
Just to get a lighter sentence, on they mama, they'll tell
Hope I make it into Heaven, I already been through hell
Sleep with one eye open, I don't trust shit
Every piece on me shinin', I don't tuck shit
You gotta slow it down, never rush it
I don't trust nobody, I be clutchin'
Yeah, superstar status, but I still be with them members
Free my nigga Janky, I remember days on Kemper
Why you always lookin' mad? Shit, I don't know, I got a temper
I been doin' niggas bad, my heart colder than December
I don't think you really love me, you just got some love for me
Tryna show me that it's real, then, baby, fly these drugs for me
The love I got is really real, but you don't need no cuffs from me
Seen an opp up in the club bumpered down, I bum-rushed him
For a broke bitch, I don't got no time, don't even hit my line
Losin' memory, wishin' I could press rewind
They ain't even rockin' with you, pay attention to the signs
R.I.P. my brother Deez, I think about you all the time
Fell out with some niggas thought I'd be with forever
Yeah, I couldn't let it faze me, but I gotta keep my head up
When it's time to go and rock, you know I'm bringin' heavy metal
When the fuck is he gon' fall off? Nigga, never
Lost my nigga Sheed over some bullshit and I'm still mad
My son don't never want me leave, it make me feel bad
Yeah, I'm a pit bull up in the puss, yeah, I kill cats
Fill his body up with hollow tips, make him feel that
Keep it real at all times, but the love fake
I gotta be up in the morning, but I'm up late
Shorty all up in a nigga face, bitch, pump brakes
And I'll be doin' fed time I catch another gun case, on the gang, nigga
Get whatever you want
Ayy, ayy, say whatever you need
Ayy, uh, say whatever you want
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