[Intro]
Grah
Free Dot Go
Grah,grah
Free the Sweepers, nigga
Free Jay5ive
[Pre-story]
May 5th...shootin' on a video
How I end up on the back of this...
[Story]
May 5th, was shootin' a video
How I end up on the back of this car?
Sirens turned on, cops getting closer and shit
But I still do not know where we are
Off a 30 I'm not moving smart
Jack saying "bro, that's the D's light my heart"
They saying, "Pull over right over there"
But I'm trynna tell Naz, "Don't you put it in park"
We in cuffs but in three separate cars
In the precinct they took us apart
They're showing me flicks of a kid with some dreads
And a ski with a gun who was letting it spark
I do not know brodie, that's not my charge
I'm here for a gun police put in my car
D's getting mad, throwin a fit
They like, "5ive don't you lie, you shot him by the park"
Now we in the bookings, who that staring hard?
Trynna say where he from but before he could start
I told him wassup, said I'm smoking on Ski
And brodie lit it on bro, I won't leave out that part
Now we hoppin' on him behind the bars
Now I know who he is and he knows who we are
No we on the bus, owning that same situation
That shit did not get us that far
Why she shaking ass to my vids to my part
Now I'm trying to see if she dance with the stars
Like, I need the guns, weed, hard
Like you gon' be fine if you just do it smart
Got a kid on the way, that shit hurt my heart
'Cause I'm in this jail, I can't be there for her
I get her on the phone, they telling me 'bout how my daughter
Gon' be in a couple of months
Now I'm stressing, I can't even front
How I let them trick me, I'm feeling so dumb
Whole time I was thinking that I was the one
I just was the nigga that police had want
Like, I want this shit to be done
Now I see Blitz and Kapp and my heart feeling numb
Now I'm with the niggas who said that they love me
Before I was famous when Jay5ive had none
Eating dog food, chow is like crumbs
Ain't no dinner last time, we eat lunch
In Patakis I feel like a bum
Bro passed me this Pumas, I'm like, "What the fuck!?"
Nigga laughing, I'm like, "brodie what?"
Ain't wearing those would rather wear none
Months going by, I started wearing Pumas
'Cause I'm getting used to being in the slums
Bro why should I climb or not
Make a run for that shit, better not
Going crazy, my cell getting locked
Call in the morning, lock at 5 o'clock
Grab a gun nigga for you get shot
In the crib, couple Jets in the spot
You ain't mine that's on G you get flocked
Make a run for the 'till, we get on his bop
Listen up, y'all remember that opp
That I said threw punched and got hopped
I'm the Jet a nigga, that was the wock
Think I see a AHII in the spot
Since building I fumbled my knocks
I do not know how it happened
We from different blocks
We just had a situation with each other
When we seen lil Mil, we both started to box
Nigga jumping and turn back, he stopped
On the floor so stand by the cops
Threw me and bro on the cell
I could barely see shit, trapped up in the box
Couple pages? I had me a dozens
I'm in the jail touchin' bread that y'all pop niggas wasn't
Like, bro, I think I'm buggin'
Release day getting closer, tell my fans that I'm coming
Grah
Free Dot Go
Grah,grah
Free the Sweepers, nigga
Free Jay5ive
[Pre-story]
May 5th...shootin' on a video
How I end up on the back of this...
[Story]
May 5th, was shootin' a video
How I end up on the back of this car?
Sirens turned on, cops getting closer and shit
But I still do not know where we are
Off a 30 I'm not moving smart
Jack saying "bro, that's the D's light my heart"
They saying, "Pull over right over there"
But I'm trynna tell Naz, "Don't you put it in park"
We in cuffs but in three separate cars
In the precinct they took us apart
They're showing me flicks of a kid with some dreads
And a ski with a gun who was letting it spark
I do not know brodie, that's not my charge
I'm here for a gun police put in my car
D's getting mad, throwin a fit
They like, "5ive don't you lie, you shot him by the park"
Now we in the bookings, who that staring hard?
Trynna say where he from but before he could start
I told him wassup, said I'm smoking on Ski
And brodie lit it on bro, I won't leave out that part
Now we hoppin' on him behind the bars
Now I know who he is and he knows who we are
No we on the bus, owning that same situation
That shit did not get us that far
Why she shaking ass to my vids to my part
Now I'm trying to see if she dance with the stars
Like, I need the guns, weed, hard
Like you gon' be fine if you just do it smart
Got a kid on the way, that shit hurt my heart
'Cause I'm in this jail, I can't be there for her
I get her on the phone, they telling me 'bout how my daughter
Gon' be in a couple of months
Now I'm stressing, I can't even front
How I let them trick me, I'm feeling so dumb
Whole time I was thinking that I was the one
I just was the nigga that police had want
Like, I want this shit to be done
Now I see Blitz and Kapp and my heart feeling numb
Now I'm with the niggas who said that they love me
Before I was famous when Jay5ive had none
Eating dog food, chow is like crumbs
Ain't no dinner last time, we eat lunch
In Patakis I feel like a bum
Bro passed me this Pumas, I'm like, "What the fuck!?"
Nigga laughing, I'm like, "brodie what?"
Ain't wearing those would rather wear none
Months going by, I started wearing Pumas
'Cause I'm getting used to being in the slums
Bro why should I climb or not
Make a run for that shit, better not
Going crazy, my cell getting locked
Call in the morning, lock at 5 o'clock
Grab a gun nigga for you get shot
In the crib, couple Jets in the spot
You ain't mine that's on G you get flocked
Make a run for the 'till, we get on his bop
Listen up, y'all remember that opp
That I said threw punched and got hopped
I'm the Jet a nigga, that was the wock
Think I see a AHII in the spot
Since building I fumbled my knocks
I do not know how it happened
We from different blocks
We just had a situation with each other
When we seen lil Mil, we both started to box
Nigga jumping and turn back, he stopped
On the floor so stand by the cops
Threw me and bro on the cell
I could barely see shit, trapped up in the box
Couple pages? I had me a dozens
I'm in the jail touchin' bread that y'all pop niggas wasn't
Like, bro, I think I'm buggin'
Release day getting closer, tell my fans that I'm coming
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