Bizz

Yeah
Everything I say is facts
This is a true story
Look, uhh

I seen my brother at his highest and I seen him at his lowest
When we both was sittin' crying
Cause he had to hit the road and
Go on the run from the police
Took a flight straight out from Oakland
Then he land in Mexico and
Get a job to reel some dough in

The first month pass
He called me said, "this shit ass"
I'm staying strong
It's takin long
But shit I'm gon' get cash
I said I know bro keep yo head up
This shit gon' go fast
Plus this shit ain't lastin' forever
Know you gon' come back

The second month go by
He said, "bro this ain't life"
I told him bruh you gotta do some BS to get by
Buckle up for the ride
Fuck it buckle down and just try
He said brother no lie
Called me looked straight into my eyes
He said the other day, "I even thought about suicide"
But where would that be getting me
Just fucking y'all up mentally
Thought about y'all mom and Chelise
So I can just calm into peace
I told him, "bro just listen please"
I said, "I love you brother don't ever think bout that shit
I promise you, you gon come home and you gon' bounce back quick
All them ounces flipped
Don't need no more, we out that shit
Businesses and music that's owned, family proud as shit
Having crowds that's big
A hunnit fucking thousand thick
Everyone gon' love us at home
Give us the crowns my big
Got drip and the flow is dope so ain't no drought my big
This all facts I only speak truth and that's no doubt my big"
He thanked me in relief
We wasn't crazy we believe
In the plans that we done speaked
Cause we done planted in the seed
No matter what you see
Work in action behind the sheets
Even if it's behind the CE double L for weeks

Month 3 he told me he been keepin' his damn head up
But this shit boring it's going nowhere I'm getting so damn fed up
It ain't even about the cheddar
Feel like this was just a setup
By God himself he putting me through tests
I'm getting better at passin em
Now it's on to the next
Don't need a cell to remind me
I'm supposed to have checks and be my best
Have bad bitches to come thru and give neck and maybe sex
I'm on a quest to have a house in the hills and own a jet
And cop my parents a new house wherever they wanna rest
Physical motivation get to me more than seeing these checks

Month 4 we plan the trip to sneak back into the states
By that time he had a warrant and passport went out of date
Couldn't go on foot couldn't go on boat or take a plane
Had to wing it packed his bags copped a ticket the hound is grey
So fuck it he took the bus
In God almighty we trust
We prayed it wasn't a bust
Hoped he make it home safe to us

The bus pulled over at the border, they checked the ID
Not a blemish on his record or a warrant they seen
Fast forward a couple months been working hard getting bucks
Stacking up we invincible feel like no one could touch
Our wave
One day
We hopped inside of the truck
Drove to Walmart parking lot rolled and sparked up a blunt
The jakes passed by flash on they lights they must've know it was us
We hopped out and start to run
They using they taser guns
Got caught, we in the back
Thank god we ain't have no packs
They dumped me and took him fast
Walked home with no phone, that's facts
God damn, he called me later that night and said he stressing
I told him when he come home, on my soul, I'm about to bless him
Now every move is perfection
Got a lethal injection
Can't trust no one not my best friend
Never know who gon' keep a weapon
Behind they back, form against ya
And turn yo tee to magenta
That's why I stay to myself on my own at home in my shelter
Bitch
Free Al Bizz
Fuck



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Writer(s): Armel Barajas
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