Warm Up

My celly talking D cat I’m thinking bout’ bail yeah My next door just got sentenced he got twelve years I’m sitting on the same charge, coasting in the same lane I told my barrister yo you better bring your A game My girl said she wish that she could take away my pain Rest it on her shoulders it prolly break her little frame I never been on little games real talk I need a box now Tough talk in jail for tough talk man got boxed down I’m on a tizzy to Beekz talking box prices He’s telling me suttin’ cheap but it’s not the nicest Money team man been in the streets course man fly it Trident onto the guys their tryna catch us riding Their tryna catch us sliding I’m on a license So more time if it ain’t money I’m indoors hiding My bro thinks violence I don’t really think like him Any certi drop clutch gear I’m on a big bike ting I used to pushy it to school or run the bus down Shh left jail and got his whip and kettle buss down Looking at the door while I watch my luck run out Whipping chicken in my kettle, kettle wires buss out What you know bout’ that What you know bout’ trap What you know bout’ reing up and losing the pack Thinking where you might of dropped it and riding back Heart pounding, looking down and finding that What you know bout’ life What you know bout’ pain What you know bout’ clothes drenched trapping in rain Cause your life’s looking down you ain’t been feeling the same It’s got you taking mad risks cause your in need of some change yo I know bout that trap shit ask about me I get busy in jail where I can ask about me I can get rowdy Humble but fully on crackings so servery pattern my plate now G I don’t know bout’ dowie And I don’t want any niggas That’s gonna bring me down or bring shit round me Put your heart into what you want fully and go all out If your lack of motivation slows me down we can fall out Niggas were moving mad I was getting the bag Whipping whips lidge at seventeen that got em’ mad I know it got em’ happy When I got sentenced, came out, four months then I went back G