NO ONE

You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female No bail Unless she my wife, I did a fail still stressed Doing time Dropped into, this life a crime You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female No bail unless she my wife, I did a fail Still stressed Doing time dropped into, this life a crime Don't listen, cuz my vision blurry Ain't trying leave in a hurry, ain't trying scurry Seen people die over money, nothing funny Blue prints for making money You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female No bail Unless she my wife, I did a film Still stressed Doing time, won't stop until the doughs mine My cousin Jamanoor, got me through the road life Seen so many people drop, so I drop tears Most of them no longer here These past years that I gone by Fear that I may no longer live a proper life See my own pain in my mind You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female No bail Unless she my wife, I did a fail still stressed Doing time Dropped into, this life a crime You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female No bail unless she my wife, I did a fail Still stressed Doing time dropped into, this life a crime My tears drop, forget cops Never forget to hold back when my time comes Witness so many high ones They aim the sky, and buy some Being in jail, got me no mail A live in hell, trapped in a cell No one to call, waiting for the bus to get transferred Hoping early I don't leave in a black hearse Still waiting for a dispatch, only to get dispersed And my cursed going ill I could swore on my life, they don't care how I feel And am i going ill? I could sell my life, they don't care how I feel You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female No bail Unless she my wife, I did a fail still stressed Doing time Dropped into, this life a crime You telling' tales, I got no mail no time for a female No bail unless she my wife, I did a fail Still stressed Doing time dropped into, this life a crime Don't listen, cuz my vision blurry You can see my vision, they had me on the television So many bodies are going missing So people are killing innocent bodies Streets got me running from the bobby They trying stop me like the poppy molly And will it ever stop, I just blame cops Never stop and stare, I couldn't care if I bust shots Cut rocks, running food into the blocks Until feds run up in the drug spots No wait kick off the door Waving a four, yeah I been poor trying to get rich To get rich you have to do mad things You got dreams to be a rich The street born hustler, this ain't your average