Second Christmas

Second Christmas locked up this the third birthday I'm missing People sayin that they love me I don't even feel it in the trenches Had my head down in court, now I'm feeling like I'm the biggest When I pop up out of town feel like they know I'm from the city I'ma be that nigga in the hood they got a day for me like Glizzy I be with many men, sometimes I be feeling like fifty Growing up, I ain't get shit sometimes I'm feeling like f*ck Christmas All the bitches I ain't f*ck, I done put em on my wishlist All the niggas that flexed on me when I was broke they on my shit list My bitch be stealing money, all up in my pockets while I'm sleep It be Christmas morning could've been with my son open up his gifts Everybody know me, bitch I can't be riding in no lift Give me bubble guts Everytime she eat me got take a shit Got me mixing lean, mixing a red with a lil tris I'm gun offender but I keep that smith right on my hip Get her nails done like she from London want a French-tip Get her hair done I'm in LA for a quick flip You be texting other niggas but you saying you miss me How you do that? I ain't even doing that and you fucking kiss me SRT do the dash leave that lil bitch pissy She Think I'm bob the builder, way me and my niggas building Say she want have children, I want basketball team, make my own league Nigga want be me, my life a movie no auditions for this scene Lights camera action, play my role, my role to get the green Niggas not on my team not going pass the ball Ball hog nigga get on his grind nigga I ball hawk Deion sanders tiptoe in the end zone nigga that's small talk Judge told me eight on my head I ain't trying lay back in that bed She lied in my face when I asked her what she said to that nigga I'm curious, like George Paul walker, fast I'm furious in sport we lost She lost, she drunk with her friends I dogged her I'm Dawg Nigga died on the scene can't respond I ain't texting that bitch back that bitch mad I ain't responding I'm enjoying life niggas debris in my way Free pick, pick six freshman safety Bitch go to Florida state she met a nigga on the team that play She really a hood bitch but classy bitch from around my way Any bitch that have my son I swear it's puppy love Say you never leave me left me stranded on the bus 3 am out with my shit I'm like what the f*ck Everybody switching on me I knew it would come But low key I know you need me Got locked out I ain't have my keys Got blood on me from them niggas up the street Second Christmas locked up this the third birthday I'm missing People saying that they love I don't even feel it in the trenches Had my head down in court now I'm feeling like I'm the biggest When I pop up out of town feel like they know I'm from the city I'm be that nigga in the hood they got a day for me like Glizzy I be with many men sometimes I be feeling like fifty Growing up, I ain't get shit sometimes I'm feeling like f*ck Christmas All the bitches I ain't f*ck I done put them on my wish list