Yo
Ayy, man, what you got to tell these folks waitin' on you to come home, though?
Man, I'm doin' real good, man, I appreciate all my supporters
I appreciate my whole team, you know what I'm sayin'? Come home and touch down
Got a lot more music on the way, ayy, I'm 'bout to touch down, man, free me
To the basics, don't know where to start
Yeah, I be lyin', say I'm okay
Back to the basics, don't know where to start, yeah, I be lyin', say I'm okay
In the cell for a few weeks and I watched niggas fade away
How the fuck is we locked in? I watched them switch up 'bout some paper
Gotta keep grindin', Breedo tell me keep my pace
But it's so hard to stay up out my head
Only twenty-one, I'd be like forty-five if I had pled
Not her only son, but this the life I live, know mama scared
I love that girl to death, she answered every call, 'bout her, not playin'
Know I treat Flame just like my brother and Miya like my sister
They ain't gang, know my shit stay the same and I ain't fuckin' with 'em
Had no knowledge of that shit, I just got caught up in the middle
He ain't rap, we all know that I'm tryna get up close and
I gotta watch the shit I'm sayin' on these beats now
In a two-man cell the only time I'm on that pink
Fifteen-minute phone calls, I been thinkin' 'bout my dog
It be hard to say my thoughts, so I just write 'em on the wall
I walk outside and it's just lights, cameras, action
Mazzi, you a star, but they don't know about my past life, I really had it hard
I'm the glue, the one that keep us all together, shit, I tried
Can't believe everybody turned their back on me, gave 'em my heart
Tell the label we need a house on the hills, that trap house vacant
Nigga must be crazy, Mazzi never wrote a statement
But I can get you wrapped up for that lil' shit you thinkin'
Be sweet, be careful when you playin' with me
I rock out solo, don't need no band
Cryin' to your bitch after you told, but you a grown man
Everything I did was for the bros, I don't owe no man
Time to leave the streets 'cause I'm gettin' older
They gettin' over and my heart been gettin' colder
If music been the way out, why the fuck am I still waiting?
Stayed down for this shit, I'm tired of hearin' that I'm impatient
I took every risk for us to ball, why niggas hatin'?
But it's so hard to stay up out my head
Only twenty-one, I'd be like forty-five if I had pled
Not her only son, but this the life I live, know mama scared
I love that girl to death, she answered every call, 'bout her, not playin'
Know I treat Flame just like my brother and Miya like my sister
They ain't gang, know my shit stay the same and I ain't fuckin' with 'em
Had no knowledge of that shit, I just got caught up in the middle
He ain't rap, we all know that I'm tryna get up close and
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