Lies
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(I love you, 7Dayz)
That ain't my gun, they lyin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Reid, run it back)
That ain't my gun, they lyin'
I wish I did have it, rather dyin'
Callin' from the feds, I can hear my mama cryin'
Feelin' so down, but tell everyone I'm fine
It's my turn, it's a sign
Thinkin' 'bout my kids, I let 'em down
Can't protect my life 'cause it's a crime
They thought it was over when they heard about the time
Fresh up in the feds, shit different
Rappin' 'bout them switches might enhance my sentence
Soon as I went to jail, she stopped bringin' up them bitches
Manager stoled a $100K from me and went missin'
Fuck Akademiks, better not listen to the media
They don't know my life for real, fuck that Wikipedia
Everybody turned they back on me when I needed 'em
This shit make me see a lot of shit that I ain't see in 'em, mm
They thought I was gone for real
'Fore I left jail, bitch, I had a phone for sale
They say the case hold 20, they had my songs for sale
I ain't no felon, man, them people charged me wrong as hell, uh
That ain't my gun, they lyin'
I wish I did have it, rather dyin'
Callin' from the feds, I can hear my mama cryin'
Feelin' so down, but tell everyone I'm fine
It's my turn, it's a sign
Thinkin' 'bout my kids, I let 'em down
Can't protect my life 'cause it's a crime
They thought it was over when they heard about the time
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Whoa
(I love you, 7Dayz)
That ain't my gun, they lyin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Reid, run it back)
That ain't my gun, they lyin'
I wish I did have it, rather dyin'
Callin' from the feds, I can hear my mama cryin'
Feelin' so down, but tell everyone I'm fine
It's my turn, it's a sign
Thinkin' 'bout my kids, I let 'em down
Can't protect my life 'cause it's a crime
They thought it was over when they heard about the time
Fresh up in the feds, shit different
Rappin' 'bout them switches might enhance my sentence
Soon as I went to jail, she stopped bringin' up them bitches
Manager stoled a $100K from me and went missin'
Fuck Akademiks, better not listen to the media
They don't know my life for real, fuck that Wikipedia
Everybody turned they back on me when I needed 'em
This shit make me see a lot of shit that I ain't see in 'em, mm
They thought I was gone for real
'Fore I left jail, bitch, I had a phone for sale
They say the case hold 20, they had my songs for sale
I ain't no felon, man, them people charged me wrong as hell, uh
That ain't my gun, they lyin'
I wish I did have it, rather dyin'
Callin' from the feds, I can hear my mama cryin'
Feelin' so down, but tell everyone I'm fine
It's my turn, it's a sign
Thinkin' 'bout my kids, I let 'em down
Can't protect my life 'cause it's a crime
They thought it was over when they heard about the time
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah G. Dukes, Reid Taylor, Danylo Starichenkov
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