Sick of Cells

Wishin' him well tryna break down the bell Whoo, whoo, uh Crodie sick of the cell i'm wishin' him well Tryna break down the bell Hope nobody don't tell Heart colder than February Got some cros in the cemetery VLONE in solitary jesus piece ain't for Mary Crodie sick of the cell i'm wishin' him well Tryna break down the bell Hope nobody don't tell Heart colder than February Got some cros in the cemetery VLONE in solitary jesus piеce ain't for Mary DOA on the ambulance Lil' nigga ain't stand a chancе Money comin' in by the grands Designer brands from France gang, gang Most of these rappers, they broke Most of these bitches, they hoes Bro goin' dumb in the hole All they be givin' is smoke I got them bussin' in pairs I think she swallow my spirit You rappin' and nobody cares You cappin' and all of us hear it Glock with a mop and I'm near it And I got a Curry in front of me Ain't no cappin', I hurry, I let it be Don't think she can't handle my energy Ain't no cappin' up when I be rappin' 'cause I'd get exposed in a second In a minute He bought a pack and didn't finish I get respect for my quickness She like how a nigga be livin' Hollows in the rev', I'm spinnin' Laughing at niggas, be trickin' This is my life from the Six Crodie sick of the cell i'm wishin' him well Tryna break down the bell Hope nobody don't tell Heart colder than February Got some cros in the cemetery VLONE in solitary jesus piece ain't for Mary Crodie sick of the cell i'm wishin' him well Tryna break down the bell Hope nobody don't tell Heart colder than February Got some cros in the cemetery VLONE in solitary jesus piece ain't for Mary Cronem sick of them cells I'm wishin' him well Bro fightin' the attempt They keep denying the bail Put a nigga in the cemetery Don't walk up to a wrong homie Free GD, that's big homie Told Tallup, "Stay strong crodie" Fiends callin' a lot drop dope in the pot Them summers get hot Better stay with that fire Better stay off the wire Feds raidin' the block got pain in my heart Got grains in my Glock Black mask, black gloves on me I'm in and I'm out neatly And these bitches wanna fuck on me 'Cause I got a lotta racks on me Three-five make 'em back off me They don't wanna no smoke, homie Don't pull up too quick That's how you get swished Crodie sick of the cell i'm wishin' him well Tryna break down the bell Hope nobody don't tell Heart colder than February Got some cros in the cemetery VLONE in solitary jesus piece ain't for Mary Crodie sick of the cell i'm wishin' him well Tryna break down the bell Hope nobody don't tell Heart colder than February Got some cros in the cemetery VLONE in solitary jesus piece ain't for Mary Black mask, black gloves on me I'm in and I'm out neatly And these bitches wanna fuck on me 'Cause I got a lotta racks on me Three-five make 'em back off me They don't wanna no smoke, homie Don't pull up too quick That's how you get swished