Lyric Analysis
Intro:
YP you dun know, hold tight all my niggas in side right now,
free all my niggas, free pulse, free slim, rip hollow & fox.
Chorus:
I’m screaming fuck the feds because the boydem wanna lock us
away. It might see like I’m living in reality, I’m lost in the maze. I go hard
for my niggas in the cage, I go hard for my niggas in the grave x2
Verse 1:
Rip my fallen soldiers I’m out here on my ones, don’t give a
fuck about the olders. But there’s a
couple certi’s that won’t pet to push you over. Would you ride for me? Would
you die for me? That’s the questions that I ask. Man I’m out here on my ten toes, my young g’s
will let go im certy on my block and im certy over them codes. The hoods
fucked, a lots changed since a young g, niggas turning on eachother for some
young p. man I don’t understand boys wanna be the man, niggas turning on their
day ones for a couple grand. This aint no indirect you better check your
mindset. I got a couple g’s in mine and none of mine are wet. Look ive done the
robberies, look ive done the ridings they don’t mark it the realness feel like
im done with writing. They want a life
of my niggas so I aint fucking smiling. They can’t lock em for ever, feel like
its all in timing.
Chorus:
I’m screaming fuck
the feds because the boydem wanna lock us away. It might see like I’m living in
reality, I’m lost in the maze. I go hard for my niggas in the cage, I go hard
for my niggas in the grave x2
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