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Vouch
by Big Chris
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They ain't looking out for him
Say a prayer for him
Say a prayer for him
They ain't looking out for him
Murder was the case that they gave him
Gotta say a prayer for him, Amen
Twenty years old, court appointed, oh lord
Judge gave him fifty years for his his first charge
He say his whole life been playing defense
Been caged in crackers been fenced him in
It's been going crazy, it's been going wild lately
On the news a nigga killed his wife and infant baby
What will make him do it, what possessed a nigga
I got questions nigga twelve keep on killing niggas
Rest In Peace to Lil Dave, pigs took my nigga
I gotta po up a ounce of syrup to reminisce my nigga
I wish that I can get get all my niggas back
Ain't nothing more important then that that fucking sack
When you grow up around a whole bunch poverty
When you finally make it out you feel accomplished
When yo back against the wall, who can you call
When yo ends low and you about to fall off
When you down to yo last and you down and out
Tell me who gon stay down, tell me who gon vouch
Who gon keep it real, who gon keep it trill
Who gon stay down til the end
When yo back against the wall, who can you call
Tell me who yo real dawgs, tell me who gon vouch
It was all good just a week ago
Until they robbed a young nigga for his money and dope
Gotta send a message to him, gotta send em some smoke
Gotta let these niggas he sticking to the G code
Hustle hard nigga play yo ya cards right
You only get one chance at this life
So make the best of every opportunity, right
So you can drive foreign live you a plush life
Gotta calculate your risk you gotta take some chances
Gotta keep God first gotta run yo bands
It was hard times it was part of God's planning
And I swear that this shit turned me into a man
I travel with my bitch off the coast of France
I swear that this shit was always in my plans
I'm staying down for my homies riding forever
I told my niggas that I'm vouching forever
When yo back against the wall, who can you call
When yo ends low and you about to fall off
When you down to yo last and you down and out
Tell me who gon stay down, tell me who gon vouch
Who gon keep it real, who gon keep it trill
Who gon stay down til the end
When yo back against the wall, who can you call
Tell me who yo real dawgs, tell me who gon vouch
They ain't looking out for him
Say a prayer for him
Say a prayer for him
They ain't looking out for him
Murder was the case that they gave him
Gotta say a prayer for him, Amen
Twenty years old, court appointed, oh lord
Judge gave him fifty years for his his first charge
He say his whole life been playing defense
Been caged in crackers been fenced him in
It's been going crazy, it's been going wild lately
On the news a nigga killed his wife and infant baby
What will make him do it, what possessed a nigga
I got questions nigga twelve keep on killing niggas
Rest In Peace to Lil Dave, pigs took my nigga
I gotta po up a ounce of syrup to reminisce my nigga
I wish that I can get get all my niggas back
Ain't nothing more important then that that fucking sack
When you grow up around a whole bunch poverty
When you finally make it out you feel accomplished
When yo back against the wall, who can you call
When yo ends low and you about to fall off
When you down to yo last and you down and out
Tell me who gon stay down, tell me who gon vouch
Who gon keep it real, who gon keep it trill
Who gon stay down til the end
When yo back against the wall, who can you call
Tell me who yo real dawgs, tell me who gon vouch
It was all good just a week ago
Until they robbed a young nigga for his money and dope
Gotta send a message to him, gotta send em some smoke
Gotta let these niggas he sticking to the G code
Hustle hard nigga play yo ya cards right
You only get one chance at this life
So make the best of every opportunity, right
So you can drive foreign live you a plush life
Gotta calculate your risk you gotta take some chances
Gotta keep God first gotta run yo bands
It was hard times it was part of God's planning
And I swear that this shit turned me into a man
I travel with my bitch off the coast of France
I swear that this shit was always in my plans
I'm staying down for my homies riding forever
I told my niggas that I'm vouching forever
When yo back against the wall, who can you call
When yo ends low and you about to fall off
When you down to yo last and you down and out
Tell me who gon stay down, tell me who gon vouch
Who gon keep it real, who gon keep it trill
Who gon stay down til the end
When yo back against the wall, who can you call
Tell me who yo real dawgs, tell me who gon vouch