I woke up this morning Said fuck this broke shit I gotta get me some paper And my pride too fucking big To ask any of my niggas for any favors I'm tired of standing down and I'm on parole So I ain't tryna go back to capers I ain't with no 9 to 5's, call the people ''Boss'' Putting on no kitchen apron So I'm praying that I make it And it's safe to say I'm fucked up 'Cause there ain't no need to fake it But I'm tired of being basic These penitentiary chances so I gotta take it If police, they try to chase me The judge try to find me man, the code I never break it Don't trust ''As-salāmu ʿalaykum'' 'Cause when they greet me ''Wallahi'' I always feel the hatred Praying that I make it I know niggas want my life, would do anything to take it Gotta walk my dog I take that motherfucker places that I shouldn't even take it I would never write a statement And the feds know it, they won't get no information Just give me my jumper, [?] send my ass to population I was born to be a boss, and so was Lil Chris, RIP the boss (C-Diddy!) My nigga doing 30, up the mountains ‘cause he could not beat the charge So it's free my nigga Ank, I'ma keep on saying shit until they free my dogs My nigga Holly sold us off, it's fucked up to know that nigga pussy all along And ManMan turned to informant Thought that he was real, he put on a good performance Know a playa go courting, me and my niggas gon' be living in a fortress Smoking OG by the pound Come in the house, smell like a nigga lit a forest 187 Manor nigga, I'm forever Maxwell and you can't forget the Morris Praying that I make it, damn (I'm praying that I make it, damn)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
