Lyrics

Hey, Bushman
Keep6ix
Hey, Uh
Free my crodies out the cells can't wait to get them back
Nah for real, they thought I was gon' fail, MT still have my back
It hurt my heart, the judge denied his bail, they couldn't cut him slack
I know he just wanna see his little girl but they don't care 'bout that
We got every reason to fail but we still winning, facts
Matter of fact, I dropped right out of school but still excel at math
Face the fact, we still gon' reach the top even if we finish last
Fuck the trap, I'm finna make a couple M's of rap
We was ducking guns and drug raids in the trap
Matter of fact, the line was tapped, couldn’t even talk on Snap
If I get latched, delete, I’ll trash and then uninstall the app
I’ll do anything I can to make my freedom last
I can only shape the future, I can't change the past
Mind on my money, I might manifest a hunned racks
Mind on a millie but a billie I want more than that
Fly like a eagle so I watch for the snake in the grass
Focus on the task at hands still serving hand to hands
Lawyer fees ain't nothing cheap especially for a strap
Especially when it’s dog they move like you ain’t coming back
I can't interact with normal people I gotta watch my back
Yeah this life I live got hectic, more than expected
They trynna send me to corrections but I don't need correcting
You ask me I ain't need a therapist the way I'm stressing
I got talents to display I really need connections
My life a movie they tryna claim I had a lethal weapon
More allegations to defend and I got several pending
Sick and tired of court dates, feel like it's never ending
Free my dawgs, these people trynna lock up all my brejins
I'm tryna focus on mindfulness 'cause my mind wealthy
I see my lawyer more than my doctor I don’t think that’s healthy
I can't ask for no forgivness, I made the wrong decisions
They don't even try to know you they make their own descriptions
Yeah I pop anti depressants, I got my own prescriptions
Dr. Bushman get you touched, got a clique of physicians
No homo but they lift that stick up vanish him, magician
Yeah I might fit the description but I ain't no statistic
Where I'm from if you stay sad too long you turn sadistic
My crodie dropped out 9th grade but understand ballistics
I brought two white girls together and they started kissing
I dropped fish in the water and it started swimming
Added dog food to the menu and it started rinsing
My crodie hit one of your homies up for none
My crodie hit one of your homies up ‘cause he was dissing
A **** wanna batter up my **** might just pitch him
Bird's eye, how I view shit got so much vision
Yeah I'm young but I listen, I got so much wisdom
Yeah my presence is a present I was born gifted
I'm a star from a distance you can watch me glisten
Written by: Shola Sadiq
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