23 & 1 Juelz Santana

[Intro: Meek Mill]
(Scram Jones)
Free my nigga Juelz, real dripper (Barnes)
I was on a jail call, he was in jail, I was in jail twenty-three and one
I told him, "Hold your head, nigga"
"You'll be back soon," Meek Milly

[Verse 1]
Locked in the cell, twenty-three and one (Yeah)
Sittin' up in jail, hopin' freedom come (Yeah)
Worst part about it, couldn't see my son (Woah)
Or my daughter, they too young to know what's goin' on (Damn)
My oldest son hit me like, "Hold your head" (JuJu)
Said, "I'm prayin' for you, Dad, wish I could hold your hand" (Damn)
Brought tears to the eyes of a grown man (Yup)
Then he said, "Don't cry, this is God's plan" (God's plan)
Hearin' that did somethin' to my soul 'cause he only fourteen years old, woah
Crackers tryna fish fry a nigga
Told 'em, "Shit, if it was my gun, it would've been bigger" (Facts)
Not no two-shot .38 bullshit (Nah)
Would've been an FN with some blue tips (Ah)
And them two stock twenty round full clips (Bah)
Let them niggas know I'm still with the bullshit (Blah, blah)
I spoke to Meek on the phone (Yeah)
He doin' great, soon come, he'll be home (Welcome home)