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1008 shit, man the gang nigga
JITO whatsup
Where my brothers at
We about to take this bitch over nigga
Alright
I remember stressing in the cell and counting down the days
Now Ima count it for every dollar that's gone come my way
Never ran from no problems not even ran away
But if you got a problem you better shoot don't put that gun away
I got a letter one week before a nigga left
I sent it back see how it feel to have to write yourself
Look its lines I ain't gone cross like commonwealth
I just bought a 40 no holster just a designer belt
I only know these hard times paint a better picture
So hopefully after this verse I'll be a better nigga
Knowing I got her in her feelings make my head bigger
Sit down and count the bread with me to share a spread with her
But this our little secret just don't spread the news
But if I touch another dollar I might spread the flu
You live once be blessed to get that second chance
Our enemies close they start feeling like our best friends
Look I need another cell bitch I love this phone
I had this bitch for ten years you can't get it wrong
Look I owe it to my momma we gone share this moment
Look I'm on my way to the top I just think they barely know it
Counting money stayed ahead we finally found a rhythm
Can't lose swear to win bitch we in them rentals
We racing first one to touch them hundred-bands
Now we getting mad at our lawyers for doing what he can
But brodie stay focused in case you ain't notice
That all them problems is too heavy and I can't hold it
The new 40 glost like that shit target practice
Just put them dots on my problems because I'm highly accurate
That bitch played it crazy I don't trip on lil' mama
I used to be in-love till I slept with that mini choppa'
I can't lie, my mama made a better man
Her interventions, point of views, her circumstance
Counting money but counting out by my own
Count my bitch holding the scale I'm trying strengthen up this bloodline
But this is real life I just plotted a theory
That feel better than affidavit in hung jury
A1 bail bondsman and lawyers that stuck with me
Screaming court dockets and different cases that come to em
Look I need your date of birth so I can fill a script
Think I'm giving you 250 just to fill it in
So try moving forward it ain't no looking back
I got a choppa bigger than my feelings attached
I'll go dig that bitch up if you make me mad
And I don't ever be trippin on the beat because I got the cash
Be feeling a certain way I should pray to God
But how 1008 feeling we gone play the odds
I put money on your street better not come outside
Just put a big on the phone and watch it come on live
Where her mind at Why her heart in it
She can't see me with nobody like our cars tinted
Took that twenty-band lost but how I'm still winning
Life gave me limits be leaning for pouring syrup in it
I put that 20 on your head get your momma hit
40 rugers HDs all kinds of shit
Look I believe in God you still on my choppa list
So you can pray to Jesus and that still won't stop the hit
OK I'm running through this bread like a tail-back
I bought a charger for the phone it do a hell-cat
I got some shit on my mind but that shit held back
But we ain't gone talk about no bodies because I smell racks
I'm at 1008 days I swear it's meant to be
I took myself out the pictures to see the enemies
I left Houston was thinking bout Tennessee
But all those xanny bars just kept fucking with me mentally
Adopted baby 40s and choppas claimed as dependent
Tax the hood swear to God to never surrender
Look I heard about them bodies but I can't remember
But why the f*ck they asking me? Go ask them hoe niggas
Listen, kids is careless but that is not for men
I'm tied up because I was sleeping with the loose ends
Broke niggas drown in the puddle I'm on the deep end
That bitch a hunnit rounds just figure who I sleep with
The state open up the doors the feds open cases
I'm tryna open up this K with some poker faces
Everything under oath don't change our situation
Now they tryna slam all our doors with all them closing statements
Brodie, yall remember stressing in that cell
OK good I ain't finna break down in details
I used to break down half tracks like derails
Now my brother punching in numbers and facing retail
My auntie was doing good til she relapsed
But Kerry tell the truth ain't that good feedback
I stand ten toes down like my feet flat
Tell lil' bro aim at his head not his kneecaps
Listen, it be that nigga that get high with you
He off molly talking bout that he gone ride with you
Ain't that the same lil nigga that didn't buy a pistol
That's why it's a wheel under this stick look like a tricycle
Nigga cause yo mommas house no where to hide out
You out here beefing y'all got shooters like tryouts
Niggas tough on global tellin till i found out
I sent them 82's it a be a emergency ride out
1008 the gang nigga
Broke ass niggas
I counted ten my first day home nigga
Then its 20 then its 30 then its 50 nigga
F*ck you niggas

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