Bid Long Plies
"Bid Long" by Plies is a hip-hop track released in 2016. The lyrics explore themes of resilience, ambition, and the pursuit of success despite hardships. Musically, it features a catchy beat and Plies' signature Southern drawl. The song resonates with listeners for its motivational message and relatable struggles. #HipHop
[Intro]
Ay, dog
This one here for all my motherfucking niggas that's locked up, dog
All my niggas who bidding in prison, my nigga
A lot of niggas forgot about you, but I ain't forgot about you
[Chorus]
I got some niggas in prison that ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put a block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running with done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when your bid long
[Verse 1]
What can a young nigga at 19 do with 40 years?
Not a motherfucking thing but hope for an appeal
Them crackers giving niggas more time then they done lived
And where I'm from, these crackers hiding niggas at the crib
I asked my homeboy, "How in the fuck you do 40?"
He told me, 'You just do it, you don't think about it'
Them crackers don't sell liqour in prison, you gotta think bout it
But like he told me, time ain't the thing that hurt the most
The motherfuckers that forget 'bout you that you thought was close
If he had to do it all again, he wouldn't even take it to da door
I told him, he ain't got to tell me 'cause I already know
He thought he had himself some soldiers on the front row
But like I told him, dog, you ain't breaking bread no more
In these streets, dog, that's all a bitch care for
The real niggas in these streets are at an all time low
And these hoes and homeboys ain't riding no moe
Ay, dog
This one here for all my motherfucking niggas that's locked up, dog
All my niggas who bidding in prison, my nigga
A lot of niggas forgot about you, but I ain't forgot about you
[Chorus]
I got some niggas in prison that ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put a block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running with done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when your bid long
[Verse 1]
What can a young nigga at 19 do with 40 years?
Not a motherfucking thing but hope for an appeal
Them crackers giving niggas more time then they done lived
And where I'm from, these crackers hiding niggas at the crib
I asked my homeboy, "How in the fuck you do 40?"
He told me, 'You just do it, you don't think about it'
Them crackers don't sell liqour in prison, you gotta think bout it
But like he told me, time ain't the thing that hurt the most
The motherfuckers that forget 'bout you that you thought was close
If he had to do it all again, he wouldn't even take it to da door
I told him, he ain't got to tell me 'cause I already know
He thought he had himself some soldiers on the front row
But like I told him, dog, you ain't breaking bread no more
In these streets, dog, that's all a bitch care for
The real niggas in these streets are at an all time low
And these hoes and homeboys ain't riding no moe
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