Convicted Feelingz

Yea This one for the one who got the sticks, throw it up This one for the one who hittin' licks, throw it up This one for the one who gettin' richer off the plug They aint thinkin' bout you, but I had to show you love Say what's poppin', my pockets been needin' me to stock em I can't get a job without jottin' the years I been dishonest Label me a Crook, but you sleepin' cause I'm humble as Ghandi But I'm on "GO" behind the Family, they gon' have to find me They say they want they bread first, this aint none of dat Aint no tellin' if they try to run with dat I done switch the pack, nah its raw I don't cut it like I cut the crack Wish a, Wish a wood, I'm a lumberjack Boy its only facts, when it spit, you gon' think I put a drum in dat And tied it to a chain and keep on pumpin' dat I been in dem flats I went years only eatin' on dem noodle packs Puttin' on dat weight, was gettin super jacked Lately they been mad, prolly best you play it kool, relax Get up out your feelings, dat might turn you to the newest pack Understand that most don't wanna see you blessed To make something outta nothing is a gift that they lack And they hate you have it They don't play a bank account, boy they play the mattress 3rd time he came short, but he let him have it 3rd time he got denied, cause he got a jacket 3 months rent, 3 unemployed, it's never adding This one for the one who hustle only cause he gotta This one for the one who never ask none of his potnas Real hitta pain, boy this real hitta problems Real hittas change when they see they don't make progress I been in a strain, so I flipped a couple dollas I been in dem chains and I prayed He let me out it They don't feel yo pain, but I'm here to say I got ya Get up out dat hole, free yourself from all that bondage It was 2012, shoulda been gettin in a college But I traded names for a Number and a Cot It amazing, I'm supposed to be the head of what I got But I left a 4 month old and her momma, dat was coward 7 years straight, I watched her grow up out dem diapers I traded my life and I got knowledge from a Lifer This one for the one that ever had to give they rights up This one for the one that ever had to waive they rights In the belly of the beast, hear the key Sling open to throw another one in, but nobody leaves Some of them opportunist that prey on a weaker breed Some of them gettin' better, while others die from the grief Some of them so adjusted to prison, that on the street The pressure feel like it's too much and knock em str8 off they feet Regardless of who you are, your a human who eat and breathes And I'm prayin' my God will come through with all of your needs I'm a Convict