E-Cle 4

Hey yo E Cle man, you say I owe you 30,000 bars right? Aight
I got you my nigga
I'm not gone let you down man, shit
I hope you getting these kites my nigga
Man, Shit is real out here man real shit man
I got the fucking 30,000 man I ain't gone hold you with that man, real shit, I got you

My nigga E Cle still locked up
I can't imagine how it feels to be boxed up
I'm still flying you kites my nigga, nothing changed
Picked up a pen instead of cocking and aim
I know you proud of me, I got the 30,000 bars on deck
The World wanna know who is gone be up next
I just keep working the life I chose public so I don't need curtains
Niggas in jail cells is hurting
I can't imagine how many times that you cried
How many times you had to go through some shit by yourself out the mind
It really ain't, about the crime it's about the lines that you wrote
Streetwise getting rep wherever I go
You haven't felt the snow in a while, shit get cold as fuck
I sho nuff be the last dragon chilling with pups
They gone grow into Peruvian Pits to guard your granny house
We used to be in the basement getting high til we standing out
I know you miss getting ya eyes red I smoke for ya
I hit it for 10 seconds straight so I can choke for ya
We smoking silver packs the red pack of swishers is trash now
I tried to pass the blunt, you wasn't there I'm sad now
I'm down to my last pound smoke it down
I just seen ya boys they wearing personal crowns
Free repping your legacy, it's a lot of fucking weight on him
That's my nigga for life I can never try and skate on him
So now I'm in the booth for two people, but it's just me
I wish Free was in the booth for just for stress relief
When you the leader of ya tribe everybody come for you
The kids getting older they gone do what they wanna do
The release date so far ahead
I think positive fuck what the judge said
You could serve a whole bid and still be in the know
I know you reading books, law library is growth
Take a moment and think about all the motions
It's like we doing a bid too but we still hoping
that you come home, before your cornrows turn gray
This shit hurt that I don't talk to you everyday
You used to say I owed you 15,000 bars that's not a lot
Then it doubled 30,000 started to jot
I got you my nigga the kite flew
I still get the best beats to write to
It's some niggas that dislike you Vic then point em out
You niggas would really hide if E Cle was out
So now niggas think we weak nah you niggas asleep
It's a donkey ass world so why follow the sheep
By the time you release I got some beats we can eat
We can feast for a whole year til we appear as some beasts
I can't wait til you get out my nigga I'm a be right there
Me being dead before you get out, is something I slight fear

Fuck
So while I'm here, I got the 30,000 for you nigga, real shit
Keep going though, for real man



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Writer(s): Victor Spencer
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