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(Drum Dummie)
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that

I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at

DaDa, how my son approach me, I'ma shout out
Bitch, I be that nigga knock your block out
Ride with them killers with them Dracos while the cops out
You stuntin' for them hoes? We go to hittin', make sure they get down
'Cause you know how we get down
No outsiders, it's only family 'round
I'm with that shit, been filled with shit since I was 20 pounds
And I'm a gangster, make me mad and I won't turn down
My mama said if I won't last, I need to slow it down
I told my mama, "Motherfuck it, I'm dyin' 'bout it"
Them niggas play with us, ain't no surrender, I'm ridin' 'bout it
No hidin' 'bout it, bangin' like Lil Dave with them slimes 'round me
Violation on three counts and up in court how the judge found me
Right now I need a girl to love, and I've been lookin' for her (Where she at?)
A flight anywhere in this world, I'll book you for (Where you at?)
I had to tell my son don't pee while you inside the tub
I'm from that North and I remember that's just how it was
Shawty, she gon' Magnolia shake and I love that
Bounce that ass, patty cake in the middle the slums, yeah
Jaws lockin', molly all over a nigga gums, yeah
Ain't no stoppin', on bottom that chopper, we got them drums, yeah
Look, I'm fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that

For my baby moms, I don't wan' be a problem
You feel that I ain't there for my sons, tell me and I got 'em
But you shouldn't have to tell me I need to put down this bottle
I pray to God that I ain't taking after my papa
But free that nigga out his cell, he need a second chance
And I can probably show him how to be a real man
He went to jail behind that money, I ain't know his plan
But no more, he won't be a dummy, I'ma throw him bands
But hold up, I need to thank my grandfather
He showed me how to fix them cars, now I can work that rod now
Don't judge a nigga, since I moved from with him, it been hard, slime
From these streets, I ain't get nothin' but pain and some jail time

Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that

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