| Ayy, Slim, I'm tired of that cell, I've been in and out |
| You probably safer where you are, you ain't missing out |
| You probably safer where you are, you ain't missing nothin' |
| You don't have a phone, but you the one I call on |
| Ayy, Fred, I'm tired of that cell, I've been in and out |
| You probably safer where you are, you ain't missing out |
| You probably safer where you are, you ain't missing nothin' |
| You don't have a phone, but you the one I call on |
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| Tryna stay focused, stay out of jail for my fans |
| Been like nine years and I still want revenge, oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Nigga, one problem don't matter 'cause I'd fight a million things |
| You, Antonio, and Ivan |
| Want you to know your little brother in Georgia |
| Jumped up off the porch |
| And this why I don't wanna go to court neither |
| I graduated school |
| I hope that I install it in the youth |
| I just hope that I don't lose |
| I'm stuck between the hood and the booth |
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ah |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ah |
| Oh-oh-oh |
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| I already knew it was gon' be a cold summer |
| When I heard Trey died, holding on the drug money |
| And they killed Kobe Ross, we played on the same team |
| That mean once upon a time, we had the same dreams |
| Ceelo almost been dead for three years, damn, time fly by |
| Wonder why I be keeping it still, look what they did to Rara |
| Wonder why I be holding my tears, they drop, they gon' talk 'bout |
| I ain't gon' lie, I seen Duke laid out and I— |
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| I cried, I cried, I cried |
| Cried, I cried, I cried, I cried |
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| I can feel the heartbreak, I'm running out of love |
| Every time you come around, I fade off |
| Got niggas that I miss, life is a bitch |
| But I ain't know that she was this sharp |
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Too much on my mind so you barely hear me talk |
| 'Cause I'm dealing with depression, suicidal thoughts |
| I let my feelings get the best of me, I'm missing my dog |
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