Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roney
Performer
Tyrone Noel Smith
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Noel Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This some heart felt shit
Catch a hot slug
We ain't finna drive around we gon' park up
Lay a pussy **** down if he skank n'uff
Broddie did time for some gang stuff
Now he lock down walking with a shank up
'Cause the glock pound got him into handcuffs
He was riding wasn't thinking about no cameras
Now he thinking about his life gotta man up
[Verse 2]
He wanna wife now?
Tell him pipe down
You know the street life, this shit is quite wild
It's get crazy baby, Nina, fuck a baby
**** know I got something to lose so they page me
Hit him no bruise, my **** this 380
Wavy like booze, my ****, I call it bailey's
You got something to lose, my guy, we gotta make cheese
Talk about jewels, my **** you wanna A-P
How you on the news my **** you moving hasty
I know **** sweet, you wanna eat ''em like some pastries
But lets do it smooth go take them to the bakery
Set the timer warm him up shoot him up blatantly
I cant go back to the snow
No boots on my feet with my sneaks full of holes
Momma did her best but she did it on her own
When I had nothing left still got it like I'm grown
[Verse 3]
I don't wanna see you back, my dawg
I need my peoples from behind the walls
I don't even wanna answer calls
It breaks my heart 'cause I know what you lost
[Verse 4]
I don't wanna see you back, my dawg
I just pray they take the shackles off
I don't even wanna answer calls
It breaks my heart 'cause I know what you lost
[Verse 5]
You got something to lose don't let 'em take it
Every-time they drive you to court that's a slave ship
You can go adapt to the life, but don't embrace it
You can better my **** lets hit the A-list
But the muscle, you just like to crush kids
The way you straighten them out-you like braces
Couple **** doing life growing ancient
I just wanna better the gang let get a spaceship
Roney still clean the block up call me maintenance
Roney still hit a op up till he aching
Roney still doing gang shit, no faking
Roney send a hitta', batta-boom, he Jamaican
I get my youngin' drop a package off
Shorty got a ratchet and it match her bra
Fuck her, but it's only if it's cash involved
'Cause my dawg behind the wall, playing basketball
[Verse 6]
Free the dawg and the ops till they all fall
Streets will give them justice we don't need the law
Pull it and I buss it, he can eat a shot
Roney like the sun he can heat the block
We don't need to stop
We just need the whop
Wrap it up and press it use machines a lot
Need my dawg from behind the wall
He locked up playing basketball, oh no
[Verse 7]
I don't wanna see you back my dawg
I need my peoples from behind the walls
I don't even wanna answer calls
It breaks my heart 'cause I know what you lost
[Verse 8]
I don't wanna see you back my dawg
I just pray they take the shackles off
I don't even wanna answer calls
It breaks my heart 'cause I know what you lost
Written by: Tyrone Noel Smith