In & Out

Hands behind your head
Interlock your fingers
You gon' be in jail or dead if you hang with them killers
Right or wrong, dead or gone, I'm still gon' love my niggas
I can say they names in songs, I still won't love these bitches
I told bro go get his main opp, we run down on goofies
Night time make real killers pop out day time, they all in kufis
I stood on blocks, ain't have no work, I sold the old heads looseys
I'm on my grind in six months time, I can't make no excuses
That lil' bitch talkin' bout she love me, go tat my name on your booty
My old bitch won't leave me alone, in emails lookin' stupid
They hit my phone like, what you on, I can't respond to bufords
Talkin' like they ass gon' kill me, said they better do it
I can't cap, I almost got whacked
They hit the block and spun again, let off bout ten, we let off right back
Lil' bro sittin' in the pen, won't get his life back
He sendin' letters to his bitch, she doin' dick, but still gon' write back
You a hoe, I know some shorties really like that
Claimin' he a demon when he hit, he pray to God to get his life back
I asked Allah, show me the right track He told me rap, if this don't work, then shit, I might trap
Ghost