Felon
Ayy, 5-0 won't leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used the trash bag as an armor, case it rained on them project steps
Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain't playing fair
(WhoisMike goin' crazy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I heard somebody want smoke, we gon' up it and blow yellow tape on this street corner
Ayy, ayy, I had to kick in the door just to run up a check, tryna take care my grandma
I had some mud on my beak 'cause I climbed out the mud like I'm tryna conquer
He left some blood on his feet 'cause he dyin', walked down for the love of the dollar
And I said only if you
Pretend to love me for my money, fancy cars, clothes, and diamond rings
And I say only if she knew
We fuck and talk about all kinda things
She prolly walk in the Prada, that my designer bae
Play with my heart, I open fire, let the fire rain
One thing for sure, Domo my rider back from diaper days
Some times I wish that I could take back like them Nike days
Glock .22 right by my belt that was made by Dapper Dan
I was in the cell when the guard had said "Get up, right away"
It was urgent mail from my girl, like bae called me right away
When I called her phone and she picked I ain't expect her to say
Two days ago, somebody took lil' Ralphie life away
Ayy, 5-0 won't leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used the trash bag as an armor, case it rained on them project steps
Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain't playing fair
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I heard somebody want smoke, we gon' up it and blow yellow tape on this street corner
Ayy, ayy, I had to kick in the door just to run up a check, tryna take care my grandma
I had some mud on my beak 'cause I climbed out the mud like I'm tryna conquer
He left some blood on his feet 'cause he dyin', walked down for the love of the dollar
Ayy, 5-0 won't leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used the trash bag as an armor, case it rained on them project steps
Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain't playing fair
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I heard somebody want smoke, we gon' up it and blow yellow tape on this street corner
Ayy, ayy, I had to kick in the door just to run up a check, tryna take care my grandma
I had some mud on my beak 'cause I climbed out the mud like I'm tryna conquer
He left some blood on his feet 'cause he dyin', walked down for the love of the dollar
Love of the dollar
He left some blood on his feet
All for the love of the dollar
He gon' run up for the love of the dollar
He gon' run up for the love of the dollar