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Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
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Jaquain
Jaquain
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Man, there's a lot of **** doing a lot of time, young bull
Don't let your emotions supersede your intelligence
Fifteen seconds'll get you a life sentence, boy
Ay, I can't say I'm the same from last year
You can see the pain inside my eyes and I can't mask it
We was cutting metal off the bunks so we could stash shit
Too much fishing in my conversation could get drastic
500 on a zelle will make him do gymnastics
Hurt you when ya partner tell on you and get ya stash hit
It's war time I got it tucked all in the mattress
Alert at 6 a.m. inside the morning 'cause shit could crack then
Magician make you disappear and that's a hat trick
Seen that **** run out to the yard and he got backflipped
Crying in the cell so many nights that I felt trapped in
I had to pray to God and ask the lord if he can free me
I got a son, I got some family that needs me
Plus I gotta stunt on some bitches that tried to G me
Prison isn't easy
**** wanna sleep me
I mean really sleep me
Bitch I'm talking Z Z's
I can tell your body language by the way you greet me
I was in there faded in them cells like I was needling
I can't stop the hustle man i swear I'm in there knee deep
County jail sending kites, **** yelling TD
You can't never know about them nights unless you live it
Sipping white lightning, it's fucking up my liver
You can lose your life out here fucking with these ****
Chamomile tea receipt paper, that's my spliffer
You wouldn't understand that shit unless you been to prison
If he my ****, gotta know he my ****
I got all his back-fades for these pussy **** tripping
Lord please
Please, will you free me?
'Cause I need a blessing
So many nights I spent stressing
'Cause the night don't get better
From the window in my jail cell
I'm talking to the moon
God can hear me up in heaven, yeah
Pray that I'ma come home soon
Home soon
Home soon, ah
Yeah, uh
I lost the trial, there's no more Gucci and Chanel
Fresh up out of county, straight to prison, shit ain't fair
Couple days ago I had like 50 in my ear
Judge gave me 10 'cause he ain't wanna give me bail
**** fading in them court tanks and giving hell
So many nights I had to pray to God that I'll prevail
Respect is like a pistol
From the day you lose it
**** feel like they can diss you
Richest **** in the prison I ain't gotta diss you
I can dismiss you, or make this shit an issue
Looking at the warden like I got more money than you
**** wanna go to war, I'll have them on the menu
Dog, if i respect you, I won't say shit to offend you
Know it's on and popping day, I hop up out this venue on God
I need someone to free me, free me
I got a child, baby momma, and some **** and they all need me
I gotta feed the streets and keep the piece on me
And it ain't easy; thats why I'm yelling "Free me."****, free me
Take these chains off and free me
Take this pain away and free me
Been through all the rainy days, free me
Uh
Unlock the cell, **** free me
Until I walk up out the jail, **** free me
"Man down!"
"Yo, it ain't me - don't do that!"
"Get down!"
Tell a **** free me
I was cooped up in a cell like a preemie
When I get home some of you **** gotta see me
GTL phone call and you was talking greasy
And I'm on a lock up, cops wanna knock us
They be up there watching from the towers with binoculars
Some of them will watch you get stabbed and won't stop it
They know who gon run away and they know who gon chop ya
When I'm in that visit room, shit feel like a living room
When my bitch walk up in that visit, gotta give her room
**** getting swept up off they feet, you gotta give em brooms
Ain't nobody animated here but bitch I'm still in tuned
I'm yelling "Free me!"
All in the cell, this shit ain't easy
Got OG cooking up the pruno
I'm off the drank, shorty you know
Oh, oh
Written by: Cameron Shaikh, Daystar Peterson, Gianmarco Roca, Joseph Spinelli, Justin Lay, Nicholas Cavalieri, Playpicasso, Sebastian Lopez
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