No Option
Know what I've been going through lately?
Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat, or I might not eat
Sometimes I get to buying sh- that I don't even need
Clothes that I'm never gon' wear
I get to entertaining old relationships and sh-
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a n- like me, so I
Stack it up, I got this sh- poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
I had just finished a prison stench
Without the presumption of innocence
The system don't look at me different
When I'm only trying to do something legitimate
My children been mad at they mothers
Like, "When is our daddy coming home?"
We video visit on FaceTime, but they like a thousand miles away
Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now
Fall off in the morning, look like Girls Gone Wild
I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'
I'm warning 'em in, it's a dangerous city
I'm still tryna see where the f- I fit in
When all that I did was get caught with a pistol
Chief of parole was a black man
Or, in better words, another n-
You know you lied on me on the stand
I'm still tryna see what I did
Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose
Even when the verdict got rendered, I'll still be a bread winner
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a n- like me, so I
Stack it up, I got this sh- poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
I thought when I got out of jail in Florida
I wouldn't sit in a cell again
Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter
That I wouldn't put her through hell again
The man in the mirror look at me and whispered
"You gotta get better control of your businesses
Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer
The people that suffer the most are your children"
Flew her in from Houston, got my ice on now
Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go out
A victim of circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter
People that don't even know me
So how in the f- they controlling my future?
All of the people who matter be smilin'
I know that they proud of me
Holdin' it down up the road in the pen
Everybody that doubted me
Flew baby in from Houston, got my ice on now
Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go out
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a n- like me, so I
Stack it up, I got this sh- poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option (yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Til the lights go down
You know sometimes I-
I-I-I get-, I get depressed, you know, and I can't move, and I-
I might get on Instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch that I used to f- with
And I fly baby in from Houston, got my ice on now
Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go down
'Til the lights go down, oh
Raw! Keep that
Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat, or I might not eat
Sometimes I get to buying sh- that I don't even need
Clothes that I'm never gon' wear
I get to entertaining old relationships and sh-
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a n- like me, so I
Stack it up, I got this sh- poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
I had just finished a prison stench
Without the presumption of innocence
The system don't look at me different
When I'm only trying to do something legitimate
My children been mad at they mothers
Like, "When is our daddy coming home?"
We video visit on FaceTime, but they like a thousand miles away
Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now
Fall off in the morning, look like Girls Gone Wild
I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'
I'm warning 'em in, it's a dangerous city
I'm still tryna see where the f- I fit in
When all that I did was get caught with a pistol
Chief of parole was a black man
Or, in better words, another n-
You know you lied on me on the stand
I'm still tryna see what I did
Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose
Even when the verdict got rendered, I'll still be a bread winner
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a n- like me, so I
Stack it up, I got this sh- poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
I thought when I got out of jail in Florida
I wouldn't sit in a cell again
Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter
That I wouldn't put her through hell again
The man in the mirror look at me and whispered
"You gotta get better control of your businesses
Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer
The people that suffer the most are your children"
Flew her in from Houston, got my ice on now
Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go out
A victim of circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter
People that don't even know me
So how in the f- they controlling my future?
All of the people who matter be smilin'
I know that they proud of me
Holdin' it down up the road in the pen
Everybody that doubted me
Flew baby in from Houston, got my ice on now
Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go out
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a n- like me, so I
Stack it up, I got this sh- poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option (yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Til the lights go down
You know sometimes I-
I-I-I get-, I get depressed, you know, and I can't move, and I-
I might get on Instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch that I used to f- with
And I fly baby in from Houston, got my ice on now
Lick on her lil' body 'til the lights go down
'Til the lights go down, oh
Raw! Keep that
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Kim Candilora Ii, Maxwell Nicholas
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