Stir

Grew up in the jects, only thing you promised a casket or a bunk Gave Lil Bro his flowers 'cause he ain't tell, he got like sixty months He was two years in, I had took it back, 'cause he had fucked a punk They was saying, “He lost his mind,” I don't think he did, they was talkin' 'bout Lamont Kel got an elbow, he had three strikes, I wish he would've bond They kept shootin' Lil J, mama house up, that's how he got his L His family sick of divin' on the floor, little sister ain't even care Facetimin' with my cousin, he up the road, they had made him cut his hair You supposed to be in this big-ass house with us, but you in there You ask me if I be goin' to see your children, can't lie, here and there But I send your BM money every holiday to get them something to wear I don't never wish jail upon no man, but I knew how Ty was livin' They whacked him, he wasn't even home a whole year, wish bro would've stayed in prison My uncle told on Duke, he in Georgia but he ain't get a day My lawyer say, “Lil Duke about to come home,” but he didn't get a date I cried like a hoe when they killed Tyrone, he tried to hit a play Ain't get your letter, you say I was actin' funny, but I ain't Desi Banks If a nigga take the feds to trial, it always end bad How I'm supposed to tell my bro his hoe been out here gettin' dragged? Hope Skooby lawyer can find a mistake in the case, I'm just curious Say the feds was lookin' for him, he was home, layin' (homeland) security They took a Patek off my wrist, put shackles on my hand Had to turn myself in in my prime, I feel like Deion Sanders JoJo locked up, doin' twenty-five, won't tell how he on the Gram People in his background get to rappin' 'cause they know who I am My day one was talkin' 'bout me before he went to jail, fucked with my head But I can't let him sit without no lawyer, even after what he said How GWAY gon' look at me? How the hell Ayesha gon' look at me? Made it through them drug busts, look at me Know how the D.A. gon' look at me Remember waitin' for trial for 2 years, it's fucked up how they playin' The Way he go to sleep, he get a rag, tie a knife around his hand Know she be fuckin' just when I call, pick up the phone for me (I was talkin' to my bunkie, he told me how his fiance had just wrote him) Say his wife sent him a letter and sprayed perfume on it Got a hang a bed spread on the wall, when you gotta take a shit Ain't nun cool about it, and you a sucker, you ain't even take your lick Always wanted to be like Lil Jermaine, he was spoiled as it get Saw him last month, he was at the store, he asked for 80 cent When his girl cheated, he ain't want to go to court, he say he sick Can't believe bro facin' all that time, and worried 'bout a chick How GWAY gon' look at me? How the hell Ayesha gon' look at me? Made it through them drug busts, look at me Know how the D.A. gon' look at me Now the C.O. gon' look at me Give a fuck how the P.O. gon' look at me Cut his hair off, he got court this week Hope a nigga change, 'cause how your honor gon' look at me?