Mover

[Mover]

Anyhow, jailhouse got my hood 20 down
Its crazy on the wing mans getting cracked over seven pound
And a cellphone
But i'll never understand all of those youtes who getting birded for girls tho
Its disgusting, cah even though she loves him he knows she gotta go if he dont buss this
Now hes thinking bout the bird that hes holding all because he stabbed man spur of the moment
All the dirt that i hold in, all the sleepless nights that had me turning and rolling
Like can't you see the fucking stress in my eyes
Im one slip away from death but im still treading on ice
Im still, running with the mask and the semi on
Any flash you little dicked getting bellies on
Cah thats the life that im used to, im mashing in this work cah i won't like for my youts to
And i won't like for them to go what i been through
Cah even in the church i feel to roll with the pistol
Cah i ain't ever easy unless i walk with the toast
And shhh still easy since he caught him like ghost
(Real life, everybody hates muni)

Anyway, you can judge me at heavens gates [?] away
From getting hit with the 7 8, celebrate for all my niggas that dodged birds, ive popped nerves for the change but watch first
The block hurts , free my niggas on long terms will pop bird
The day that them locks turn, its mad tho
The way the jailhouse turn to a mans home and man know [?] i turn to my black clothes
Started from the bottom and i stayed here
All the cases that i caught stood for nothing fam it ain't fair
I started with this yat and she stayed there
From the rumming round food to the merk where you dont change gears
I started for a joke i feel to stop this
Cah im a jacker ain't a motherfucking rapper like Toxic
Started with an ounce like ive got this
Now its big crops in the yard and theyre smelling like Wotsits
(Feel me, that real life rap, free up all my brothers, still praying you buss case)

Anywho, ive gotta hit this belly im telling you
Cah ill be doing run ups most them niggas were petting to
It ain't nothing tho we booted off many doors and riding with the same mash Dagga got seven for
Im on the seventh floor sipping on Henny raw cah ive just left the units like intelligence stupid
Nicking man for shootings i had nothing to do with
And free my nigga Trixs man i miss him like stupid
Im in the c-class, i ain't playing Rick Ross dawg i play my own jams, shit i still miss Potter my nigga was the flow [?]
Feds wan hold man cah i know my camp got more fizz than a coke can
Before [?] made staining light work but knife work got me and my niggas in [?]
And i was out there on the battlefield, packing still two pound like a happy meal
Toasters, either side like a floater you know me
I'll get around to your home g, home fees