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Hello, this is a free call from an inmate at the Cobb County A**** Detention Facility To accept this free call, press 0 Yeah, yeah Check Knock, knock, who's there? The feds comin' to take my brother for two years But who cares? The show must go on Happy new year I want what they want, but I want it more I know you see me fightin' at the game like Suns in four I'm under more scrutiny, we usually punt the ball But it's fourth and inches and coaches wanna talk, but of course, I didn't And f**k the court systems and all the prisons Ironic, he gave his word before he saw a sеntence I'm honest, in Hеll's Kitchen, still, I do all the dishes My kindness got taken for weakness You ever look in the face of your demons while your son and daughter wanna play Tryna make up a reason? It ain't they fault, so pick your head up, son Lace up your sneakers, we never belong here 'Cause whether you make it to Heaven or not, the devil was born there Settle the score wherever you saw fear if ever you saw fear The last time I folded, I was bendin' a lawn chair We all clear like skippin' through the line at the airport They all stare 'cause I'm lookin' younger than I am, I age in dog years I hate these n***as like Klan members, man, remember I don't care if you gay, straight, or transgender, beginner You don't want no static, fix your antenna Dipset affiliate, I'm still callin' Cam Killa How he a real n***a? He ain't got his mans with him Not a single person from his fam or kin, I just can't seem to shake hands with him Lord, forgive me, let's pour some Henny for the ones no longer with me There's darkness in me, I'm haunted, really But who don't like horror movies? I walk through 'em I lyrically painted vivid pictures, that's all proven You are now e-mailin' the first comin' of Jon Gruden Make way, both ways paved, always in the middle 'Cause I never graduated from eighth grade This for them inmates that's still locked up in a cage Still bettin' cigarettes and coffee when they play spades Still sayin', "Ayy," still don't give a f**k what they say Still want my money on time, not a day late, safe, yeah Don't forget to say your grace (Don't forget to say your grace) Money don't sleep, stay awake (One eye open, I owe you one, n***a, I owe you two) Don't speak on another man, that ain't your place (Uh-uh, The Butcher comin') Say your grace She stayed a week with me at the Regency My driver waitin' conveniently I set the pace, then I easily dominate it Is these rappers real? (Uh) I never speak in these conversations, I'm biased (Not me) I had a key for them BET nominations We not equivalent Bein' a street n***a don't make you real as this (Nah) Tell me how when you not as comfortable in your skin as this Our society, but without the fame, they ain't gonna set me (No) I made some friends after them championship games, rain that confetti But I'ma lose 'em when I pull up back home in that Scaglietti (Skrrt) They think the drug dealin' me still alive like Machiavelli (Damn) So if rap got a t**le, most likely, it gotta be his (B*t*h) All honesty mixed with quality kids, I'm not into trends (Uh-uh) When will this c*cky sh*t end? (When?) Look at how sloppy I is (I'm just trippin') I'm lane shoppin', browsin' hoods I could buy some property in (Yeah) I took a couple rappers' spots, and I'm not sorry I did (F**k 'em) I got this money quietly like I'm Sy Ari da Kid The Butcher, n***a (Ah) It's crazy Don't forget to say your grace Money don't sleep, stay awake Don't speak on another man, that ain't your place Yeah, say your grace, n***a Say your grace, n***a Say your grace Say that
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