[Intro: Female, ConchezYout, ConchezYout’s Father]
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An inmate at - Green Haven [?] Correctional Facility
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To hear this-
Hello?
Yo, [?]
What’s up, Dad?
Yo
[Verse 1: ConchezYout]
I be rappin’ like I made it already
Been in the room five minutes and I’m faded already
Every day I’m feelin’ blessed like it’s rainin’ confetti
I’ve been cuttin’ niggas off like I got a machete
Niggas wanna be petty, they musta forgot I was born to be ready
I done been through more stress, though, plannin’ a weddin’
I know it be all worth it in due time where I’m headin'
Other day I got a letter from my Pops, and I read it
He said, “Son, I’m proud of you, don’t you ever forget it”
He said, “I’ll be home soon,” it’s comin’ down to the endin’
His mistake told me a lot about bein’ too friendly
‘Cause most of these fellas jealous, but they won’t even tell us
But shout-out my nigga skella, we’ve been groupies and stella
Tryna get the hell up out it, hopin’ this music propel us
And when we get there, it ain’t shit they could tell us
But the greatest part about it is that we did it together
But these niggas ain’t ready, though
Smoke a spliff on the patio, makin’ hits in the studio
If you my nigga, I’ma let you know
And if you hatin’, I’ma let you go, I’ll rather move dolo
Lookin’ at old photos
Like you used to be the bro, though, until you broke the bro code
And hit me with a low blow, no mo’, though, that’s how it go, though
And so-so, but life goes on
You have a - prepaid call from - G-low(?)
An inmate at - Green Haven [?] Correctional Facility
If you wish to accept and pay for this call, dial 3 now
To hear this-
Hello?
Yo, [?]
What’s up, Dad?
Yo
[Verse 1: ConchezYout]
I be rappin’ like I made it already
Been in the room five minutes and I’m faded already
Every day I’m feelin’ blessed like it’s rainin’ confetti
I’ve been cuttin’ niggas off like I got a machete
Niggas wanna be petty, they musta forgot I was born to be ready
I done been through more stress, though, plannin’ a weddin’
I know it be all worth it in due time where I’m headin'
Other day I got a letter from my Pops, and I read it
He said, “Son, I’m proud of you, don’t you ever forget it”
He said, “I’ll be home soon,” it’s comin’ down to the endin’
His mistake told me a lot about bein’ too friendly
‘Cause most of these fellas jealous, but they won’t even tell us
But shout-out my nigga skella, we’ve been groupies and stella
Tryna get the hell up out it, hopin’ this music propel us
And when we get there, it ain’t shit they could tell us
But the greatest part about it is that we did it together
But these niggas ain’t ready, though
Smoke a spliff on the patio, makin’ hits in the studio
If you my nigga, I’ma let you know
And if you hatin’, I’ma let you go, I’ll rather move dolo
Lookin’ at old photos
Like you used to be the bro, though, until you broke the bro code
And hit me with a low blow, no mo’, though, that’s how it go, though
And so-so, but life goes on
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