When mail man got his time he shot birds at the judge (yeah) We let the thugs do it for us, we don't cry tears (that's right) ![]() ![]() Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares) Same block, same nigga, same part, same green With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop now If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (yeah)Īsk about 'em in the street, the boy Jeezy a rider (Jeezy a rider)Ī hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks (ha ha)įuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy) Road trip ya, I'm trafficking in the white ![]() (Let's get it) I can't sleep, we livin' in Hell (yeah)įirst they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy) Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
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