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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YNW Melly
Vocals
Trillgotjuice
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamell Demons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trillgotjuice
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Trill got that juice ****)
[Verse 2]
Salute
Ayy, I'm in this motherfuckin' four, four by four cell
And I'm just runnin' 'round here, lookin' in the mirror and shit
[Verse 3]
No Christmases, no Thanksgiving and shit here get sad
On 4th of July man, I swear ya ass would be mad
Just thinking 'bout what you need to do and turnin' up with your gang
And how you miss them, and they miss you too, but you cannot hang
Don't talk about them holidays
No holidays
I was locked up for them holidays
No holidays, no holidays, aye
No holidays, no holidays
Imagine being locked up for all of your holidays
[Verse 4]
Missing Thanksgiving
Wait, damn bruh, it's Christmas?
I woke up on the same damn mat
And this food ain't delicious?
I knew if I was out though
My dog's mama'd be whippin'
She'd be cookin' that good food
All in that kitchen
Bitch, I'm in the can, aye, ugh
Lookin' in the mirror like
"Wait, find yourself, man you really need to find yourself "
Don't need to depend on no one else
And they tryna tell me "Line up for lunch"
I don't wanna eat that shit right there
That shit ain't real brunch
They puttin' all this in that food, oh damn you
Don't let them crackers lock you up and then program you
[Verse 5]
The government is really dirty, aye
They lockin' all of them young **** who thuggin'
In the trenches, strapped with them 30's, huh
But them **** just got to get it
'Cause that's how they livin', and that's how it goes
Them **** just tryna get it
They tryna get money and fuck on these hoes
[Verse 6]
No Christmases, no Thanksgiving and shit here get sad
On 4th of July man, I swear ya ass would be mad
Just thinking 'bout what you need to do and turnin' up with your gang
And how you miss them, and they miss you too, but you cannot hang
Don't talk about them holidays
No holidays
I was locked up for them holidays
No holidays, no holidays, aye
No holidays, no holidays
Imagine being locked up for all of your holidays
[Verse 7]
This turkey dry as fuck, don't want to eat it (Don't eat it, aye)
No pussy in that cell, I had to beat it (I had to masturbate)
I'm in a science classroom, learning about a fetus ('Bout a baby)
Spray Gildan Bob Barker, no Adidas (No designer)
My young **** still out there with them heaters (With them 40 Glocks)
No Juve', stilll out chea' trainin' them eaters ???? (Trainin' them ratchet hoes!)
Can't sleep at night (Can't sleep at night)
Can't sleep at night (No, no, no, no)
They don't wanna see a **** make it out this cell
I can see it in they eyes
[Verse 8]
Dog, are you surprised
That we made it this far?
They don't wanna see you make it
When they know that you a star
Told you man this baby wanted 30
You could be Freddy for a ****, I'm Jason
All these racks a young **** chasin'
Say he got a feelin', lil ****, better face it, yeah yeah
They don't make guns in jail
You better learn how to take an L
I pray to God I prevail
Fuck it, the judge wished me well
No Holidays when you in that cell
And ain't none of that there gon' save you
[Verse 9]
No Christmases, no Thanksgiving and shit here get sad
On 4th of July man, I swear ya ass would be mad
Just thinking 'bout what you need to do and turnin' up with your gang
And how you miss them, and they miss you too, but you cannot hang
Don't talk about them holidays
No holidays
I was locked up for them holidays
No holidays, no holidays, aye
No holidays, no holidays
Imagine being locked up for all of your holidays
Written by: Jamell Maurice Demons