Fabricated

Gotta' protect my energy Yeah they thought this time would really be the end for me And all that shit I did, but God ain't never left a g Fabricated charges; I was fighting two felonies Stizzy told me worry about it, "brody' let it be" Crackas pulled up on me, threw it on me like I was selling c I been asking God to change my life and show me better things Maybe this a sign to make it right or this what's left for me Damn this shit been stressin' me Swear it would be different if I had my daughter next to me I was in my cell thinking bout' it he was testing me Told him If you get me out of this one I will never leave Jesus take my soul, when I'm in heaven you'll remember me It get harder by the day nigga I been hustlin' since high school flippin jays' nigga If you knew me then you know me now, shit I'm the same nigga Took my L's right on the chin, ain't never point the blame nigga Yeah I let it hang said I'll never tuck my chain nigga (What the f*ck) I been smoking on the vapors I been chasing cheese I been worried bout this paper Got my middle finger up high screaming f*ck a hater Said I'll take it to the graveyard call me undertaker I gotta niggas on that state yard grew up troublemakers Know some niggas who be fake hard, let's see where they gon' take it I would rather die before a nigga see me faking Said they threw me in that water Had stretch it out a nigga started with quarter Had to figure this shit out hadda' get my shit in order Hop inside the whip I swerve it out like Devin Porter I might hit a BOA Get inside the stu' and murk a beat its DOA I dropped 5 on my lawyer said I pray he beat the case I been dealing with this pain you can see it in my face Know I keep it on me you can see it on my waist Keep em at a distance gotta keep em' in they place Once you going up swear you start to feel the hate They don't want me blowing up They don't want me to be great I been tryna leave the hood but they been beggin' me to stay Gotta' protect my energy Yeah they thought this time would really be the end for me And all that shit I did, but God ain't never left a g Fabricated charges; I was fighting two felonies Stizzy told me worry about it, "brody' let it be" Crackas pulled up on me, threw it on me like I was selling c I been asking God to change my life and show me better things Maybe this a sign to make it right or this what's left for me Damn this shit been stressin' me