Last Call

(albüm: Life Of A Yung Og - 2021)

Yeah
I'ma keep it real on this one
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Can't let these niggas take me out the streets, I'm a father
Bitch, I got a son I love and a daughter
My kids gon' show the same love if I ain't have a dollar
Niggas pure bums in they heart, they should ask for dollars
I done helped a lot of niggas out and ain't brag about it
Watch a nigga switch up for the pape', I just laugh about it
Fuck friends, all that shit fake, they won't crash about me
This case shit got me, I don't even wanna be with cats on Daria
You wasn't fucking with me, I was broke, so don't ask for nada
Had a white boy buying dope that look like Frank Sinatra
Whoever knew a measly forty cell would get some years out me?
But I gotta stay strong for my son, ain't no tears dropping
Shit, at least I ain't going in broke, that's the real problem
Still taking care of the fam when I'm gone, yeah, I still got it
Money don't mean shit, really it's the respect for me
'Cause I'd trade in all this money just to see Kwonny in jail at least
Shit, at least he still alive
Tried to help my nigga out, he backstabbed me, least I still tried
That nigga shot at me, a bullet ain't touch me, but he still died
Still asking God why the fuck I gotta do a real five
But my right hand got twenty-eight years, it's just a lil' time
This case changed my life, just showing me it's a real God
I know I seem to be alive, but I died on the inside
No weak blood, nigga, I don't even cry on the inside
This the life I signed up for, so I can't be mad
Less involvement on the case with more years, I can't be a rat
Made a quarter mil' 'fore I went in and went to sleep fast
Shit I know my family took care of, I went to sleep glad
This the last call and my bitch ain't answer, went to sleep mad
All I'm thinking is my head is alright
All I'm thinking in my head is I'll be back
When them bitches let me out, If a nigga harm my family, I'll be back
I was two days old and got adopted, I got three dads
Used to want a Jeep when I was broke, I went and bought that Cherokee fast
Riding around giving knowledge out, it's just me and Cass
Gotta leave my son life for a minute, he gon' be mad
Mad as hell, I wish I had on a motherfucking ski mask
But I'm only facing forty-four months, it's gon' be fast
You the type of nigga get a DUI and tell with your weak ass
When you locked up, you appreciate little shit like green grass
High as hell sleeping like a bear in my green bed
Thousand pills hid under the chair, that's a beanbag
Pops like, "Why you drinking all this lean?" I'm a fiend, dad
But who would've ever thought I'd touch a hundred K clean cash?