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Lyricist: Tee Grizzley
Lyrics:
Gotta laugh to keep from crying, dawg My mama locked, but she strong My pops got popped, now he gone Lil' bro locked, told him hold on, oh My mama locked up My pops got popped up Lil' bro still locked up And it got me fucked up And when they see you without no cheese, they ain't gon' count ya But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you count up My mama locked up My pops got popped up Lil' bro still locked up And it got me fucked up Yeah when they see you without no cheese, they ain't gon' count ya But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you count up I lost my pops, that was my spine Like why the good ones gotta die? Right after that I did that time On my mama, I think God heard me crying 'Cause I ran up a check They say be humble but I gotta flex Driving a foreign like I'm tryna wreck I lost my nigga so I keep the TEC You fucked me over, bitch, you gon' regret it You can't get my heart, my heart is in heaven With my niggas that I lost Free my brother, I need my dawg My mama locked up My pops got popped up Lil' bro still locked up And it got me fucked up And when they see you without no cheese, they ain't gon' count ya But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you count up My mama locked up My pops got popped up Lil' bro still locked up And it got me fucked up Yeah when they see you without no cheese, they ain't gon' count ya But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you count up I just missed my mama call and I can't call her back Love hearing lil' bro voice, I keep my dawg on track Call you when I land, lil' bro, I'm flyin' back He been writin' these letters, niggas ain't writin' back I was locked up with this nigga, had life he said Don't be stupid, young nigga Keep that thing close, pray you never gotta use it, young nigga I ain't never comin' home, make sure you do it, my nigga 'Cause I been in here going through it, my nigga Cuz got killed showin' up unannounced so I don't do pop ups Unc' got killed smoking his weed so I don't do ganja Nigga run up on me too quick, I'ma lift that Glock up 'Cause my head fucked up Too many niggas dyin', too many niggas locked up My mama locked up My pops got popped up Lil' bro still locked up And it got me fucked up And when they see you without no cheese, they ain't gon' count ya But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you count up My mama locked up My pops got popped up Lil' bro still locked up And it got me fucked up Yeah when they see you without no cheese, they ain't gon' count ya But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you count up They say be humble but I gotta flex Driving a foreign like I'm tryna wreck Tell me be humble but I gotta flex Driving a foreign like I'm tryna wreck I came from nothing now I got a check I came from nothing now I got a check 'Member niggas ain't writin' me back 'Member niggas ain't writin' me back Now that they got they hand out Can't do shit with that Gang
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