J Diggs Stay Down Audio Ft Rich The Factor Dubb
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Stay down for my real ones
Doing time, yeah, I feel for 'em
Stay down for my niggas, around for my niggas
I know they do the same for me
Stay down for my real ones
Doing time, yeah, I feel for 'em
Keep your head up, it'll be okay
We out here counting down the days
I pull up to my hideaway
A couple euros in my driveaway
That fake shit, what the gun for?
Step into my house, great pits by the front door
All my bitches on some ho shit
They in thะตir hair pulling, choking and dope dick
I got thะต hutch from my young homie
She like it when I fuck her with my gun on me
Another day, another episode
Soft thirty rounds what this weapon hold
If they bag me, it's a dead end
They gon' give a nigga forty in the fed pen
Last time I got arrested, made my mama cry
They beat me kinda bad, had her traumatized
I can see the pain in my mama eyes
If I go to jail again, I swear it be a homicide
Stay down for my real ones
Doing time, yeah, I feel for 'em
Stay down for my niggas, around for my niggas
I know they do the same for me
Stay down for my real ones
Doing time, yeah, I feel for 'em
Keep your head up, it'll be okay
We out here counting down the days
Free them real ones out them jails
Keep all that sucker shit to yourself
My whole life I've been a hun-dun
Throw the L up to represent where I come from
Chase dough 'cause I never was a dumb-dumb
To get some, I'd send a ho way to Hong Kong
Gorilla nigga, King Kong
Got a few killers, but I don't need none
Uh, I get down to the neck
Bet, fifty rounds in the TEC
Yeah, fake shit, I can't respect
My smile is a frown, bitches think I'm upset
Brodie knocked ten down and got ten more left
CO found his phone, we gotta send more letters
Praying that the days get better
Out here tryna live, but the pigs won't let us
Stay down for my real ones
Doing time, yeah, I feel for 'em
Stay down for my niggas, around for my niggas
I know they do the same for me
Stay down for my real ones
Doing time, yeah, I feel for 'em
Keep your head up, it'll be okay
We out here counting down the days
Uh, I stay ten toes down through all the ups and downs
All the killers gave me dap when I touched down
First time down, but I'm too solid though
I'm a gangster, never play me like an R&R
First day in the box, I was calling shots
Hit main line, chop it up with the opps
Name ringing like a clock through the cell block
'Cause they know I got pull like a big Glock
Smoking kush, any problems, hitters gon' push
Couple bands every week, hitting niggas' books
Fresh penitentiary grades, I'm a fresh crook
If you didn't hold me down, then you getting shook
Hands up 'til I touch on the street, it's on
Pussy penitentiary grade, drop California
Every corner of the grid, I stay in contact
Hundred hitters on deck for the combat
Cross me, they gon' have you under contract
If I go back, I'll be posted where the cons at
Slapping balls, talking shit, swallow spit, nigga
Stand down while we knocking out the spit, nigga
Stay down for my real ones
Doing time, yeah, I feel for 'em
Stay down for my niggas, around for my niggas
I know they do the same for me
Stay down for my real ones
Doing time, yeah, I feel for 'em
Keep your head up, it'll be okay
We out here counting down the days