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Coleman Lane
Coleman Lane
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Coleman Lane
Coleman Lane
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Coleman Lane
Coleman Lane
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Lyrics

I've been on the bottom for so long don't know if I'ma ever make it out
I pray God got me, ain't talkin' bout my wallet, yeah
I'm on my way up, they do everything to stop me, yeah
I'm doin' better, yeah Better than I ever been, yeah
When they indicted me, ain't even got no evidence, yeah Bitch I'm From the bottom, and now that I'm poppin, they don't wanna let me go
If I go to trial, will you hold me down? Girl, just let me know
Cause I've been here before, I did it on my own
An my own family, stop pickin' up the phone
Don't let me be trippin' on you, actin' different if you just gon' let me go
Yeah, I need to know, yeah, I need to know if you gon' Ride Fa'Sho
I've heard it all, yeah, said that she would ride
A couple months and then she done changed her mind
Prayed Out To God, yeah
Let me be trial, let me be trial, let me be trial
I know I'm worth a lot more out here than I am in jail
I spent twenty-five thousand on a fuckin' bail
Don't let me miss my baby growin' up again, dear Lord
I still have nightmares from everything I missed before
I know I'm not perfect and I know that I'm a flawed man
Try not to question everything that I don't understand
Cause it ain't up to me, If it goes along with my plan
Cause everything happens for reasons we can't comprehend
Let me be trial, let me be trial, let me be trial, let me be trial
I was just talkin' to my homie and he was like
Bro, if you go to trial and lose, They gon' take your whole life from you
You gon' get out and everything gon' be different
Your kids gon' be grown allat
Wrap up my Mat beat on my rack
Rap bout my life they don't understand
That I've been through the most
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got this on my own
Dear God, don't make me watch my babies grow up through the phone
Break down in tears thinkin' bout' everything that I've done wrong
How the fuck can I protect my kids if I ain't around
They tryna take my Ass to jail off word of mouth
Let me be trial, let me be trial, let me be trial, let me be trial
Written by: Coleman Anthony Lane
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