[Intro: Sy Ari da Kid]
Hello, this is a free call from an inmate at the Cobb County Adult Detention Facility
To accept this free call, press 0
Yeah, yeah
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[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
Knock, knock, who's there?
The feds comin' to take my brother for two years
But who cares? The show must go on
Happy new year
I want what they want, but I want it more
I know you see me fightin' at the game like Suns in four
I'm under more scrutiny, we usually punt the ball
But it's fourth and inches and coaches wanna talk, but of course, I didn't
And fuck the court systems and all the prisons
Ironic, he gave his word before he saw a sеntence
I'm honest, in Hеll's Kitchen, still, I do all the dishes
My kindness got taken for weakness
You ever look in the face of your demons while your son and daughter wanna play
Tryna make up a reason?
It ain't they fault, so pick your head up, son
Lace up your sneakers, we never belong here
'Cause whether you make it to Heaven or not, the devil was born there
Settle the score wherever you saw fear if ever you saw fear
The last time I folded, I was bendin' a lawn chair
We all clear like skippin' through the line at the airport
They all stare 'cause I'm lookin' younger than I am, I age in dog years
I hate these niggas like Klan members, man, remember
I don't care if you gay, straight, or transgender, beginner
You don't want no static, fix your antenna
Dipset affiliate, I'm still callin' Cam Killa
How he a real nigga? He ain't got his mans with him
Not a single person from his fam or kin, I just can't seem to shake hands with him
Lord, forgive me, let's pour some Henny for the ones no longer with me
There's darkness in me, I'm haunted, really
But who don't like horror movies? I walk through 'em
I lyrically painted vivid pictures, that's all proven
You are now e-mailin' the first comin' of Jon Gruden
Make way, both ways paved, always in the middle
'Cause I never graduated from eighth grade
This for them inmates that's still locked up in a cage
Still bettin' cigarettes and coffee when they play spades
Still sayin', "Ayy," still don't give a fuck what they say
Still want my money on time, not a day late, safe, yeah
Hello, this is a free call from an inmate at the Cobb County Adult Detention Facility
To accept this free call, press 0
Yeah, yeah
Check
[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
Knock, knock, who's there?
The feds comin' to take my brother for two years
But who cares? The show must go on
Happy new year
I want what they want, but I want it more
I know you see me fightin' at the game like Suns in four
I'm under more scrutiny, we usually punt the ball
But it's fourth and inches and coaches wanna talk, but of course, I didn't
And fuck the court systems and all the prisons
Ironic, he gave his word before he saw a sеntence
I'm honest, in Hеll's Kitchen, still, I do all the dishes
My kindness got taken for weakness
You ever look in the face of your demons while your son and daughter wanna play
Tryna make up a reason?
It ain't they fault, so pick your head up, son
Lace up your sneakers, we never belong here
'Cause whether you make it to Heaven or not, the devil was born there
Settle the score wherever you saw fear if ever you saw fear
The last time I folded, I was bendin' a lawn chair
We all clear like skippin' through the line at the airport
They all stare 'cause I'm lookin' younger than I am, I age in dog years
I hate these niggas like Klan members, man, remember
I don't care if you gay, straight, or transgender, beginner
You don't want no static, fix your antenna
Dipset affiliate, I'm still callin' Cam Killa
How he a real nigga? He ain't got his mans with him
Not a single person from his fam or kin, I just can't seem to shake hands with him
Lord, forgive me, let's pour some Henny for the ones no longer with me
There's darkness in me, I'm haunted, really
But who don't like horror movies? I walk through 'em
I lyrically painted vivid pictures, that's all proven
You are now e-mailin' the first comin' of Jon Gruden
Make way, both ways paved, always in the middle
'Cause I never graduated from eighth grade
This for them inmates that's still locked up in a cage
Still bettin' cigarettes and coffee when they play spades
Still sayin', "Ayy," still don't give a fuck what they say
Still want my money on time, not a day late, safe, yeah
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