Charlie Row (feat. Yoko Gold) x Wishing Well

Oh, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Free all the niggas up

Free all the dogs up, yeah

Uh

Shit real, this for lil' bro and 'nem

Ayy

I just wanna ball with all my dogs

Tryna hop outta the pen, say fuck all the laws

It's too much playing on that charge, you gon' get involved

I told lil' brodie when we free, we gon' sit in stars

I can't be fuckin' with these broads on these prison calls

These hoes don't even know I'm emotionally scarred

And that's why I ain't got no emotions for a broad

They say they love you while they

Deep throating up your dogs

If you could only hear the screams from these prison walls

Dog, I done left up out that visit with it in my drawers

So many nights I feel like killing one of these niggas, dog

I had to plot, I had to scheme, but you was in my thoughts

I felt so many cold shoulders, it made me colder

In the pen without your knife, you better call a soldier

In the pen without your knife, you better call Jehova

Caught that sentence, it was nights I felt like life was over

Nigga kept on grinding

Shit was hard, but I kept trying

Solitary confinement turned me to a monster

Courtroom got me shackled down in these chompers

In them court cages, niggas fighting for they lives, man, I swear

You know my flow is like the meanest

Sat up in that cell scrubbing floors, fighting demons

Giving niggas hell, throwing blows and slicing beanies

I owe a debt and put it on your books, nigga, we equal

I got a dog that's doing a hundred to life

But still he smile when you see him, you see the sun and the light

Off in his eyes, it be times it be rough in the night

Can't see the shine, but the morning still gon come to the light

Keep you a knife cause shit is painful

Survival of the fittest, if you ain't fit, you might get strangled

I walk all through that visit with my bitch, you see them angles

My niggas throwing signs so the CO can't read the language

DA washed him out in court, he got back filing Franklins

Yeah, he tryna break free

Far from the state police

Me, I'm from the T, I rep the Blue Jays and the Maple Leaf

But I'm in that field like I'm some playing cleats and sprained feet

Used to be with scammers in them pictures, we were saying cheese

But I had to dip 'cause being fraudulent just ain't me

Fifty thousand dollars on my first advance, just ain't cheap

Especially when you wake up broke as fuck and got no AC

Sittin' in my cell, I'm giving niggas hell

Tryna find a route to get him stabbed before that nigga tell

Wavy to the max, I feel like boss Don Biggavel

And all you bitches tryna hate man, I wish you well

I wish you well

You can hate me

But I wish you well

Oh

You can blame me

But I wish you well

Oh

For the things I did

In my cell, sipping up

Getting lit, getting fade

Rockstar wasted

I know that it

In my cell, sipping up

Getting lit, getting fade

Rockstar wasted

Oh, I wish you well

Bitch, I wish you well

So many times you treated me like I died

Oh, I wish you well

I wish you well

All you hoes that lied and fucked my niggas on the side

I wish you well

I wish you well

You can hate me

But I wish you well

Oh

You can blame me

But I wish you well

Oh

For the things I did

In my cell, sipping up

(And didn't do, there's nothing left of me to prove)

Getting lit, getting fade

(So I wish you well)

Rockstar wasted

I know that it

(I wish you well)

In my cell, sipping up

(Oh, I wish you well)

Getting lit, getting fade

Rockstar wasted (Oh)

Oh, I wish you well

Bitch, I wish you well

You got a prepaid call from, Tory

Hi, baby, hope you say what's good

Yeah, I miss you, mm, I want you right now

What you doing?

You have time to talk? Yeah

Just like that