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This is a collect call from an inmate
Ayy, this 3, pick me up, I'm on the way home
Why? Lord, why they wanna hate on me?
I feel like I'm falling but I ain't though
I'ma shed blood for my whole family
It's raining down and I don't got a raincoat, why?
Shit, what they mean? Like
Like, I ain't doin' this shit, like
Like, I ain't get this shit out the mud, nigga, I came from nothin'
Shit, nigga don't even understand that, nigga, get the f*ck out the way
Look
My momma be like "[?] you can't worry about what people say, you know, they talkin' 'bout Jesus" (SplurgeTheGod made another one)
But I ain't readin' a Bible where Jesus was slangin' nine though
I'm really out there like that
Mo-mothaf*ckin'-3, nigga, yeah

My mother got me out of juvenile as a youngin (As a youngin)
Look, kicked out the school smackin' with the tool, f*ck it, momma, I'm thuggin' (For real)
I never graduated, I was somewhere hustlin' (Somewhere hustlin')
My teacher told my momma, "Melvin, he's been failing every f*cking subject"
Damn, then I got jammed (Yeah), locked in a cell with a digital cam (For real)
Knives on the back of me, these niggas mad at me
They send a hitter, I will take 'em down (Bow)
Locked in a faculty, this whole vicinity crawling with niggas who didn't go to trial (Bow)
But still, they got fifty (What?), my cellmate got twenty (What?)
Where he won't get to see that new kid he just had (Damn)
He-he ain't give me nothin' (Nothin'), she-she ain't give me nothin' (Nada)
That bitch ain't wanna f*ck me (What?), now I bet she wish she gave it up
'Cause 3 got so much money they think I own but they ain't gave me nothin' (What?)
And any nigga don't like it, tell him stand up, bet I take the money (Yeah)

Boy, you must be sick, I got three kids, and plus three baby mamas (For real)
And all my kids gon' know they dad is still 'cause bitch, I made a promise (Yeah)
When them choppas get to blowin' rounds, they gon' come and chalk 'em
And don't tell me where nobody's at 'cause people just be talkin', yeah

Why? Lord, why they wanna hate on me? (Hate on me)
I feel like I'm falling but I ain't though
I'ma shed blood for my whole family
It's raining down and I don't got a raincoat, why? (Why?)
Why they wanna turn me to the murder man? (Murder man)
Why she wanna cheat and be my girlfriend? (My girlfriend)
Why these niggas be so fake and they pretend? (Yeah)
Why they wanna be my friend? Why?

It don't make no sense, I gave you this, I gave you that (That)
But flip the script, you ain't give me shit, didn't front no zits, I didn't get no packs (Nah)
When it was beef, you called on me, gave you them clips and all them straps (For real)
Matter fact, I take that back, bitch, I slang gun, tell 'em go ask, hey
And all this pain in my body, I'm so numb, won't let 'em get to me (I won't)
Hate the fact I'm livin' good in the city I made history
Two hundred thousand 'round my neck, my chains tangled up, they clingling
f*ck the opps, bitch, I been on, they see me on they TV screen

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