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Tee Grizzley

Locked Up

 

Locked Up

(album: Scriptures - 2019)


You gotta laugh to keep from crying, dog
My mama locked, but she strong
My pops got popped, now he gone
Lil' bro locked, told him all along

My mama locked up, my pops got popped up
Lil' bro still locked up, and they got me fucked up
And when they see you without no cheese, they ain't gon' coach you
But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you come 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' coach you
But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you come 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 fuck 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 dog

My mama locked up, my pops got popped up
Lil' bro still locked up, and they got me fucked up
And when they see you without no cheese, they ain't gon' coach you
But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you come up

My mama locked up, my pops got popped up
Lil' bro still locked up, and they got me fucked up
And when they see you without no cheese, they ain't gon' coach you
But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you come up

I just miss my mama calling, I can't call her back (I can't call her back)
Love hearing lil' bro voice, I keep my dog on track (I keep my dog on track)
Call you when I land, lil' bro I'm flying back (I'm flying back)
He been writing these letters, niggas ain't writing back (Ain't no one writing 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 got to use it young nigga" (Keep that thing close)
"I ain't never coming home, make sure you do it my nigga" (Make sure you do that shit)
"'Cause I been in here going through it my nigga"
Cuz got killed showing up un-announced, so I don't do pop-ups (Pop-ups)
Unc' got killed smoking his weed, so I don't do ganja (I don't do ganja)
Nigga run up on me too quick, I'ma lift that Glock up (I'ma lift that Glock up)
'Cause my head fucked up, too many niggas dying, too many niggas locked up

My mama locked up, my pops got popped up
Lil' bro still locked up, and they got me fucked up
And when they see you without no cheese, they ain't gon' coach you
But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you come 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' coach you
But they gon' hate and call you fake soon as you come 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
Remember when niggas ain't write me back
Remember when niggas ain't write me back
Now that they got they hands out
Can't do shit with that (Gang!)

done

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