Fabricated Lyrics

Gotta' protect my energy

Yeah they thought this time would really be the end for me

And all that shit I did, but God ain't never left a g Fabricated charges; I was fighting two felonies

Stizzy told me worry about it, "brody' let it be"

Crackas pulled up on me, threw it on me like I was selling c

I been asking God to change my life and show me better things

Maybe this a sign to make it right or this what's left for me

Damn this shit been stressin' me

Swear it would be different if I had my daughter next to me

I was in my cell thinking bout' it he was testing me

Told him If you get me out of this one I will never leave

Jesus take my soul, when I'm in heaven you'll remember me

It get harder by the day nigga

I been hustlin' since high school flippin jays' nigga

If you knew me then you know me now, shit I'm the same nigga

Took my L's right on the chin, ain't never point the blame nigga

Yeah I let it hang said I'll never tuck my chain nigga

(What the fuck)

I been smoking on the vapors

I been chasing cheese I been worried bout this paper

Got my middle finger up high screaming fuck a hater

Said I'll take it to the graveyard call me undertaker

I gotta niggas on that state yard grew up troublemakers

Know some niggas who be fake hard, let's see where they gon' take it

I would rather die before a nigga see me faking

Said they threw me in that water

Had stretch it out a nigga started with quarter

Had to figure this shit out hadda' get my shit in order

Hop inside the whip I swerve it out like Devin Porter

I might hit a BOA

Get inside the stu' and murk a beat its DOA

I dropped 5 on my lawyer said I pray he beat the case

I been dealing with this pain you can see it in my face

Know I keep it on me you can see it on my waist

Keep em at a distance gotta keep em' in they place

Once you going up swear you start to feel the hate

They don't want me blowing up They don't want me to be great

I been tryna leave the hood but they been beggin' me to stay

Gotta' protect my energy

Yeah they thought this time would really be the end for me

And all that shit I did, but God ain't never left a g Fabricated charges; I was fighting two felonies

Stizzy told me worry about it, "brody' let it be"

Crackas pulled up on me, threw it on me like I was selling c

I been asking God to change my life and show me better things

Maybe this a sign to make it right or this what's left for me

Damn this shit been stressin' me