[Intro]
Oh, ooh, ooh, oh
Trill got the juice, nigga
Salute
Ayy, I'm in this motherfuckin’ four, four by four cell
Man, I just runnin' around hittin' licks
Lookin’ in mirrors and shit
[Chorus]
No Christmases, no Thanksgiving, this shit here get sad
No 4th of July, man, I swear your ass'll be mad
Just thinkin' 'bout what you need to do and turnin' up with your gang
And how you miss 'em and they miss you too, but you cannot hang
Don't talk about them holidays, no holidays
I was locked up for them holidays, no holidays
No holidays, hey
No holidays, no holidays
Imagine bein' locked up for all of your holidays
[Verse 1]
Bitch, it’s Thanksgiving, wait, damn, bruh, it’s Christmas?
I woke up in the same damn mat, and this food ain't delicious
I knew if I was out though, my dawg’s mama'd be whippin'
She'd be cookin’ that good food, all in that kitchen
Bitch, I'm in the can (Ayy, uh)
Lookin' in the mirror like wait, find yourself
Man, you really need to find yourself
Don't need to depend on no one else
And they tryna tell me line up for lunch
I don't wanna eat that shit right there, that shit ain't really brunch (Uh-uh)
They puttin' other shit in that food, oh, damn you
Don't let them crackers lock you up and then program you
The government is really dirty, ayy
They lockin' all of them young niggas who thuggin' in the trenches
Front with them 30s, huh
But them niggas just gotta get it
'Cause that's how they're livin' and that's how it goes, huh
Them niggas just tryna get it
They tryna get money, don't fuck on these hoes
Oh, ooh, ooh, oh
Trill got the juice, nigga
Salute
Ayy, I'm in this motherfuckin’ four, four by four cell
Man, I just runnin' around hittin' licks
Lookin’ in mirrors and shit
[Chorus]
No Christmases, no Thanksgiving, this shit here get sad
No 4th of July, man, I swear your ass'll be mad
Just thinkin' 'bout what you need to do and turnin' up with your gang
And how you miss 'em and they miss you too, but you cannot hang
Don't talk about them holidays, no holidays
I was locked up for them holidays, no holidays
No holidays, hey
No holidays, no holidays
Imagine bein' locked up for all of your holidays
[Verse 1]
Bitch, it’s Thanksgiving, wait, damn, bruh, it’s Christmas?
I woke up in the same damn mat, and this food ain't delicious
I knew if I was out though, my dawg’s mama'd be whippin'
She'd be cookin’ that good food, all in that kitchen
Bitch, I'm in the can (Ayy, uh)
Lookin' in the mirror like wait, find yourself
Man, you really need to find yourself
Don't need to depend on no one else
And they tryna tell me line up for lunch
I don't wanna eat that shit right there, that shit ain't really brunch (Uh-uh)
They puttin' other shit in that food, oh, damn you
Don't let them crackers lock you up and then program you
The government is really dirty, ayy
They lockin' all of them young niggas who thuggin' in the trenches
Front with them 30s, huh
But them niggas just gotta get it
'Cause that's how they're livin' and that's how it goes, huh
Them niggas just tryna get it
They tryna get money, don't fuck on these hoes
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