Cell 245 - Prison Tapes

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They gave Speedy twenty years, been tryna get him out since

I be rollin' with some shottas, tryna dip 'em out the whip

When we get to bendin' corners, niggas spin around that bitch

All my dogs rich, took a lot to get 'em out the sticks

Had this one bitch fuckin' up my trap house

Do her like her stepmama and send her to her dad house

I even had to snake a couple niggas, but my plan was to get rich

Shootouts gave me PTSD, that's thе damage that it did

I'm talkin' hammers at the crib

I'm talkin' hammеrs at my grandma's house

She in the kitchen, cookin' finer hammers in the counters

Real stepper, they can't stand us, when we pull up, they can't manage

We be duckin' paparazzi and all the cameras

Yeah, I'm talkin' hoppin' out of cars

That don't come out 'til next year

That Pagani so fast, it shouldn't be another gear

We just trappers of the year and we gon' need another cheer

Range peach, color pear

Seein' peace, gotta steer

And I think she like the Audemars on me

Chains dancin', got A Boogie, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah on me

When she pull up like the plug, she gon' drop it all for me

It's only scary hours, when she pull up, be like, "Ooh"

I'm talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash

L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes

Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin' with me

I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin' with me

Bitch, I'm for real

Talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash

L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes

Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin' with me

I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin' with me

Bitch, I'm for real

Bitch, I'm for real

Bitch, I'm for real

Kept the static in the attic

And I was trappin' to the alleys

Couldn't find my soul when I was travelin'

Couldn't cope, this shit was tragic

I was out there doin' the most

You know that most, my nigga, was savage

If you come close, my niggas'll grab it

It's on my soul, my niggas gon' have it, I swear

We be spendin' cash, we barely dip off and escape

All you hearin' is "vroom" and niggas come through

Spinnin' off in that Lamb'

We're twenty-nine now and I'm proud of the man I became

Of who I am

I always said, "I'll have everything I got right now at thirty," nigga

But this shit don't stop, I want some houses, I want some blocks

I want some buildings and some shops

I need equity in everything

Bitches come through spinnin' 'round my finger like a wedding ring

Devil knockin' at my door, tryin' not to let him in

I be feelin' so conflicted, Glock off in my letterman

Got it for protection, for my opps, know I can't let 'em win

I'ma beat my case, bitch, I ain't worried 'bout no settlement

Truly, I'm a gentleman, let the Lord settle it

'Cause I be up late, askin' Him for answers

Know that they can't rob me, but I can't give them no chances

We was flippin' dope with all our old label advances

Bitch, I'm in that Ghost like Luigi in the mansion (Yeah)

I'm talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash

L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes

Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin' with me

I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin' with me

Bitch, I'm for real

Talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash

L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes

Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin' with me

I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin' with me

Bitch, I'm for real

Bitch, I'm for real

Bitch, I'm for real

Bitch, I'm for real

Bitch, I'm for real