wst-sd-gnn Lyrics

If word is bond

Then you niggas need bailing out

I'm sniffing G's

You not it

The yayo had me though

The yena called me baby

I love them trammys tho

Tried my hand at trapping

Broke the fourth commandment

Biggie like god damn it

200 Xannies

With no clientele

And I provide it well

Just don't try the scale

This shit isn't weighin right

I bust a strap on fifth

It almost broke my wrist

I'm buying EandJ

Fiscal decisions

I'm on the Rez

Pounds of baccy

It get sent to prison

24 and still remember that first county visit

I gave my man's a pack

Was on the arm you know it

He never paid me back

He started popping perky's

Asking where the pain was at

He ain't got no job

He like to steal and rob

That nigga gotta kid

Abortion better off

Now he fill his arms

White horse and that Fentanyl

I know too many dead

But they not dead at all

8 from violence

50 from narcotics

He just went to rehab

He don't know how much I'm proud of

Can't wait to see my nephew smiling

I still blame myself for all that happened

But I can't change the past

Or the future for that matter

Still got these prison letters

That shit tear me apart

I burnt them in the sink

knewing you gon never change

I came home and thoughts of killing you

was Times Square blinking cross my brain

Put you ass in the clouds like nothing was the same

But I ain't change

I kept my cool

You went to prison

I went to school

I kept my head straight

I filled my nose up

You never called us

You never wrote us

I held my mother

I lost my brother

I just need you to pray for him

I really need you to pray for me

I just need you to pray for him

I just need you to pray for him

Fuck that shit

Niggas gone pray for me

The nights I ain't come home

Stumblin round

Hoping that god could see

Cause everybody think a niggas straight until I'm RIP'd

I had a thousand chances

Holding Jesus for ransom

You thinking I'm fucking kidding

This business isn't Chris Hanson

Made a promise to myself

If I left then there's no turning back

I broke my rear views to see you

I hope that we make it out

If you clean

Then I know there's a drought

You a man

So stand

And pick the boulders up yourself

Cause dial tones on dying phones

Is never gonna help