S.N.I.T.C.H. (feat. Pharrell)

Sorry ****

I'm tryna to come home

Sorry ****

I'm tryna come home

Well the walls are talkin' to me

And I know you think I'm wrong

But sorry ****

I'm tryna to come home

Hey

Now when the phone start to clickin'

Your words start to echo

Say you gotta hang up

But that man won't let go

Oh

My **** say it ain't so

Now we speakin' on some ****

That he say he ain't know

We used to steal dirt bikes

Dodge raindrops

So close ****

Thought we had the same pops

Graduated

Gettin' money on the same blocks

But things changed

And we ain't end up in that same box

Hearin' whispers

It ain't addin' up

Givin' you the jailhouse talk

But you ain't mad enough

I never thought I'd be the last man

Standing up

I never thought I'd have to question

"Were you man enough?"

Long letters

How the streets got the best of you

Telling all your cellies

How come I ain't sittin' next to you

Yeah

See I can read between the lines

So it's awkward when you call

And I gotta press 5

Sorry ****

I'm tryna to come home

Sorry ****

I'm tryna to come home

I think the feds

Are lookin' through me

Can't you hear it

In my tone?

So then, sorry ****

I'm tryna to come home

Hey

Got me tiptoeing

Through the conversation on our calls

Tryna act normal

But the writin's on the walls

It's like I hear you smilin'

When you heard they hit the wall

But I just let it ride

So I don't be the next to fall

They saying Terry have been gettin' money

While I'm gone

And won't he tryna holla

At my bitch when I was home

Nah he's sellin' cars

It be him and Lil' Rome

I'm just tryna offset

What he was sayin' on my phone

Nowadays **** don't need

Shovels to bury you

Pointin' fingers like pallbearers

It's how they carry you

So much for death before dishonor

Might as well have a robe and gavel

Like your Honor

I just sit and wonder

Play it by the numbers

When you ride like lightnin'

Then you crash like thunder

Seen your baby mama

She ain't even know if she should speak

What the fuck is there to say

Knowin' her king's now weak sayin'

Sorry ****

I'm tryna to come home

Sorry ****

I'm tryna to come home

Well the walls are talkin' to me

And I know you think I'm wrong

But sorry ****

I'm tryna to come home

Hey

Let's talk real, ****

Let's speak real ****

How many **** you know

Snitching you ain't killed ****?

Covered his own tracks

He didn't care that

We had a legacy he killed

I got to wear that

Every move we ever made

Is gettin' stared at

I bet the man inside his mirror

Doesn't stare back

Break your heart

When the man you call your brother

Be the same one

To set in motion

All them undercovers

Called my mom mother

Was at my graduation

When I signed my record deal

You was my motivation

From great friends

Now it's no affiliation

Divided by the time

He was facin'

Once he told me that

Sorry ****

I'm tryna to come home

Sorry ****

I'm tryna to come home

I think the feds

Are lookin' through me

Can't you hear it

In my tone?

So then sorry ****

I'm tryna come home

Hey