Shoutout To My N***a

Yeah, uh, uh-huh Man, this bitch is kinda long
So I'ma sing a little song
While we hop on
Really my last hope, yeah
Hope you don't act like my last hoe
I can't lie, that lil' bitch was an asshole

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, this really my last hope
Hope you don't act like my last hoe
I can't lie, that lil' bitch was an asshole
But, I do be missin' them backstrokes

Had to shout out to my n***a, hope he hear this from the cell
I be thinkin' bout you everyday, I know that you can't tell
And I know I should've wrote you couple letters in that mail
But I'm prayin' for you, I ain't seen you since you left the jail

Yeah, to the prison
Wish that I could hit yo phone, and see just how you livin'
Seein' yo n***a locked down is a really fucked up feelin'
But to see him in a casket really turn you into a villain

I done been through all of that and I done cried
Washin' clothes at the laundromat hurtin' my pride
Bro had told me that he really see the pain in my eyes
Wear my heart on my sleeve cause I don't know how to hide it

I just be flyin', off the gas
I remember bein' late to every class
I was really only worried bout goin' and catchin' passes
smokin' weed and gettin' money and I like to do it fast
Now the Jakes is on my ass

I gotta go
I been miles ahead of these n****s cause they movin' slow
Really don't think bout nothin' but money I won't go back poor
If you letting them in make sure it's you that lock the door
Cause they might not be your bro

Nah, might be some hoes
That really envy you and want all of yo dough
You gotta watch your back and always take the right approach
Cause the same n***a smilin' in yo face might be a roach
We leave him on the floor

Yuh, Then wipe it up
Shawty came over but she ain't got a bubble butt
Pretty face, body right, and you know that that's enough
Make me feel like Michael Phelps when I'm in it, you a flood
You a flood

Yeah, this really my last hope
Hope you don't act like my last hoe
I can't lie, that lil' bitch was an asshole
But, I do be missin' them backstrokes

Had to shout out to my n***a, hope he hear this from the cell
I be thinkin' bout you every day I know that you can't tell
And I know I should've wrote you couple letters in that mail
But I'm prayin' for you I ain't seen you since you left the jail

Yuh, to the prison
Wish that I could hit your phone and see just how you livin'
Seein' yo n***a locked down is a really fucked up feelin'
But to see him in a casket really turn you to a villain

I done been through all of that, and I done cried
Washin' clothes at the laundromat, hurtin' my pride
Bro had told me that he really see the pain in my eyes
Wear my heart on my sleeve cause I don't know how to hide it

Shout out to my n***a, man