[Chorus]
They got my niggas in the parish chillin' on a Wednesday
Waitin' on a visit but it gon' be okay
It gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK, I wish I had my AK
They got my niggas up the road thuggin' on their chores
Hopin' somethin' folds (Somethin' folds)
But it gon' be okay, it gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK, I wish I had my AK
[Verse 1]
Man, I realizes I'm stuck in this bitch
And I'm a trigger finger itchin' from the K I love to go spit
And ain't no visits when your bread gone
My head gone, can't say shit because I'm dead wrong
I'm dead wrong
Commissary on low and I can't even buy no Tennis
So I'm ready to take off my socks and box 'cause I'ma menace (Huh)
I love takin' pictures up that road to let my niggas know
I was with you everyday you chose
I read it up in jail, why the fuck you put me in the field?
My hands hurt and mister come on, look it, keep it real
When I get out this bitch they gon' say, "Mayday, Mayday"
You done took half of my life plus my AK, my AK
From Hunts to Angola and DCI they cried tears
Come home from five years, see how wild the world is
I wish my life was gas tank 'cause I need a fill up
Couldn't pay my cousin lawyer that done fucked my whole year up
They got my niggas in the parish chillin' on a Wednesday
Waitin' on a visit but it gon' be okay
It gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK, I wish I had my AK
They got my niggas up the road thuggin' on their chores
Hopin' somethin' folds (Somethin' folds)
But it gon' be okay, it gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK, I wish I had my AK
[Verse 1]
Man, I realizes I'm stuck in this bitch
And I'm a trigger finger itchin' from the K I love to go spit
And ain't no visits when your bread gone
My head gone, can't say shit because I'm dead wrong
I'm dead wrong
Commissary on low and I can't even buy no Tennis
So I'm ready to take off my socks and box 'cause I'ma menace (Huh)
I love takin' pictures up that road to let my niggas know
I was with you everyday you chose
I read it up in jail, why the fuck you put me in the field?
My hands hurt and mister come on, look it, keep it real
When I get out this bitch they gon' say, "Mayday, Mayday"
You done took half of my life plus my AK, my AK
From Hunts to Angola and DCI they cried tears
Come home from five years, see how wild the world is
I wish my life was gas tank 'cause I need a fill up
Couldn't pay my cousin lawyer that done fucked my whole year up
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