Prison Yard (Deluxe)
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How, how, how I really need you
How much I, how much I, how much I really love you
And how, how much I, how much I, how much I really love you
And how, how much I, how much I, how much I really love you
And how, how much I, how much I, how much I really love you
Look, let it fly, watch his face lift
Makai Pfeiffer, nigga tryna play rich
He said he a shooter 'cause he take pics
Make it make sense, gray wagon there with gray tints
Spin the block, peep niggas faces, I see that they (mad)
Steak and shrimp dinners, I come from just tryna make rent
Killer 'til he got interrogated and gave a statement
Criticize the life these niggas, you never stayed with
You mad at me 'bout a bitch you wanted, you never laid with
Don't mean to sound abrasive, but I got used to these payments
Most niggas foul, they either technical or they flagrant
You was on my bitch until she dropped that shit location
Thinking with your dick got you rushing, ain't got no patience
Black ski mask, can't identify no one faces
Wasn't nothing to it, that was just a demonstration
Of the way we playing, no referees, youngins was scoring
Footprints of blood all on his Jordans, he feel important now
He never felt the love, he never felt the love
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs
'Cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, always feeling stuck
He never felt the love, he never felt the love
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs
'Cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, always feeling stuck
Let it fly, watch his face lift
Makai Pfeiffer, nigga tryna play rich
He said he a shooter, that nigga take pics
Make it make sense, we did bad and ain't been straight since
Arm in the pot, when we cook it call it Ye Vince
Cutter like the Duh Duh Man, smoke a spliff and play Prince
Purple rain put you under four-five like a weight bench
Bench press, another homie died like I ain't been stressed
If champagne was a test, I probably aced it
Shouts to Hova, free Casanova, we are the culture
Vultures with they bird eye view just tryna scope us
Some of us was born athletic, they try to coach us
Put us on a most wanted picture or on a poster
They children of the lifestyle, knowing most of it's vulgar
Raps about bagging up Maria Sharapova
Barrel in the holster so my hip don't get too hot
You already know the drill, it's nothing
For this K to flock, free Kay Flock
He never felt the love, he never felt the love
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs
'Cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, always feeling stuck
He never felt the love, he never felt the love
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs
'Cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, always feeling stuck
Lift the mask, let 'em see my face, get my blam on
Niggas playing Killa Cam, none of them is Cam'ron
You only a killer when the cam on
Already got a purse for loving, where's your tampon?
This like bass in the 90s, leave the fans on
It's about to get hot
It's a lot of cool niggas that's about to be opps
Try sitting on the side, but you gotta pick a side
Or your head's like a virgin, about to get popped
And the cherry red M4 sit on your block
And I bagged the hottest bitch and I ain't tryna fuck her
I just need a pretty thing to leave all of this product with
Your pops in the prison yard, your mom on crack
In the school of hard knocks, homie, that is a scholarship
You never situated 'cause you probably a bastard
Got a gun with a switch, but you probably should switch, what up?
He never felt the love, he never felt the love
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs
'Cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, always feeling stuck
He never felt the love, he never felt the love
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs
'Cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, always feeling stuck