Story Time

Huh

Let me tell a little sad story about this young boy, grew up no pops in the crib
That nigga momma working so she couldn't really show no love when he was a kid (AyoAA)
He didn't even mean to do that incident
He was only eighteen when he got caught that bid
He in and out of jail, he ain't know how to move
He ain't know how to fight, he ain't know how to look
He walked in the spot (Spot)
Feds on the strip, call up the spot
The CO just told him that this is procedure
But he knew in his mind that he was doing a lot
He had to figure it out and then learn all the rules
And then follow them, like it or not
He caught a new charge 'cause he had little weed
Tryna sneak the shit in, it was right in his sock
Yeah, they had him intake for like a week
They hate his guts, they think he killed police
Inmate is super cold with the AC
They ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets
They put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink
He couldn't think, he couldn't sleep
They gave him no soap to wash his ass
They ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth
He ain't know why they keep bothering him
He was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with him
Pacing back and forth, they keep on following him
He couldn't take no more, and he finally hit him
The CO then hit the button and they come
And they helping him run in and crack his ass
He just took a beating and unleashed the demon
He looking to grilling and acting bad
He ain't never been locked up before but he made up his mind
He like, "Fuck it, if this how it start"
They couldn't count him out
'Cause anybody who know lil' homie, know lil' homie got heart
He gon' adapt to his habitat
Even if his habitat get dark
He was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water
And then he grew into a shark (Then he grew into a shark)
Two years later (Uh), nine fights in, he found his religion
He started working out, taking food, soups and respect 'cause this shit wasn't giving
He wanted more for his life, he was sitting in jail every night
And his life wasn't hitting (Life wasn't hittin')
And his life wasn't hitting (His life wasn't hittin')
And his life wasn't, look (Nah)
Two years, he fought the case and he ain't worry about it
In his mind he knew he ain't losing
He got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer
And that lawyer do know what he doing
They wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial
But that little nigga going through it
He was just holding it down for his mans
'Cause he wasn't the one that was doing the shotting
Need to cop out this damn lie
Call up home and found out his man died
He looked up the sky like, "Damn, why?"
'Cause he's locked in the cell and can't slide
All hell break lose and that man cry
You can see the demon in his damn eyes
That nigga a vampire, hah (Bow)
If he want you dead, then it's verified (Bow)
And he went back to his cell and he thought to his self like, "Damn, I feel a lil' stupid"
He got a big gun in the crib
But he's stuck in the jam and he can't even use it
He want a re-trial and take back everything that he said 'cause he know he ain't do it
Lil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already and he sticking to it
Uh, yeah, he sticking to it

Yeah, huh
Yeah, uh
Fivi, back, love