Dark Days

C.S, C.S, Cezar Sawuce Cezar You can't take nothing but your soul to your grave Of being in and out, being locked up again Swear me and you could never be the same Hands up and surrender when the feds came Can't take nothing but your soul to your grave Of been in and out, being locked up again Swea me and you could never be the same Hands up and surrender when the feds came Can't take nothing but your soul to your grave Of been in and out, being locked up again Sweare me and you could never be the same Hands up and surrender when the feds came Had a lot of good nights But to make it through them dark days Trying for too long to get myself out the cage Me I'm just another player in the game Nights of running through in the rain Till the feds got me locked from a raid Situation changed and they changed their name I played a game with man who had money made I'm leaving stains And they think I'm out here to entertain I told you before I'm the one you could never tame They wanted to hand me a sentence or a case I'm briefing man to stay away This life is a dangerous game Seeing little youths catching fades Trying to skirt when Cezzar came I got squares Old man dressing up and played Running through the struggle Don't want to hate I was giving them a wage They see money then they got a taste For too long I've been on a strip I need a break I swear to God they want to see me spray You can't take nothing of but your soal to your grave Being in and out Being locked up again Sweare me and you could never be the same Hands up and surrender when the feds came You can't take nothing but your sole to your grave Being in and out Being locked up again Swearing me and you could never be the same Hands up and surrender when the feds came Until I meet the angel of death I could never rest Tired of seeing my face on the newspapers and press And yours getting followed by the Met Ever since I came into this game They found my food and I knew i was going pen Still didn't stop me from pushing weight on a bench I was firing shots through the trench And I ain't talking bout no lead Bet he's still bled Didn't stop him from running to the feds Can't take nothing but your sole to your grave Being in and out Being locked up again Sweare me and you could never be the same Hands up and surrender when the feds came Can't take nothing but your sole to your grave Being in and out Being locked up again Sweare me and you could never be the same Hands up and surrender when the feds came I was firing shots through the trench And I ain't talking bout no lead Bet he's still bled Didn't stop him from running to the feds I seen a lot of prospects All I know are burgers and objects Gonna beat the contest Sticking to the situation Feds trying to gather all the intel So I can have you in a cell Looking at your spends One man army I don't need friends only 3 things I'm dying for Family love and respect You're gonna need them Seen trap houses Fearing the fiends that used to inject Money wasn't my only interest No hard hat No shell Still everything blessed Prison or death Trying to make funds like the cartel If they catch me they can't tell They ain't never made a quarter of a bar melt In one pot That's one jar In three rock that's a deposit for a yard sale Why do you think they had me in a cell No bail No bail No bail