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Charlie Row (feat. Yoko Gold) x Wishing Well
Lanez, Tory & Gold, Yoko
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Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Free all the niggas up
Free all the dogs up, yeah
Uh
Shit real, this for lil' bro and 'nem
Ayy
I just wanna ball with all my dogs
Tryna hop outta the pen, say fuck all the laws
It's too much playing on that charge, you gon' get involved
I told lil' brodie when we free, we gon' sit in stars
I can't be fuckin' with these broads on these prison calls
These hoes don't even know I'm emotionally scarred
And that's why I ain't got no emotions for a broad
They say they love you while they
Deep throating up your dogs
If you could only hear the screams from these prison walls
Dog, I done left up out that visit with it in my drawers
So many nights I feel like killing one of these niggas, dog
I had to plot, I had to scheme, but you was in my thoughts
I felt so many cold shoulders, it made me colder
In the pen without your knife, you better call a soldier
In the pen without your knife, you better call Jehova
Caught that sentence, it was nights I felt like life was over
Nigga kept on grinding
Shit was hard, but I kept trying
Solitary confinement turned me to a monster
Courtroom got me shackled down in these chompers
In them court cages, niggas fighting for they lives, man, I swear
You know my flow is like the meanest
Sat up in that cell scrubbing floors, fighting demons
Giving niggas hell, throwing blows and slicing beanies
I owe a debt and put it on your books, nigga, we equal
I got a dog that's doing a hundred to life
But still he smile when you see him, you see the sun and the light
Off in his eyes, it be times it be rough in the night
Can't see the shine, but the morning still gon come to the light
Keep you a knife cause shit is painful
Survival of the fittest, if you ain't fit, you might get strangled
I walk all through that visit with my bitch, you see them angles
My niggas throwing signs so the CO can't read the language
DA washed him out in court, he got back filing Franklins
Yeah, he tryna break free
Far from the state police
Me, I'm from the T, I rep the Blue Jays and the Maple Leaf
But I'm in that field like I'm some playing cleats and sprained feet
Used to be with scammers in them pictures, we were saying cheese
But I had to dip 'cause being fraudulent just ain't me
Fifty thousand dollars on my first advance, just ain't cheap
Especially when you wake up broke as fuck and got no AC
Sittin' in my cell, I'm giving niggas hell
Tryna find a route to get him stabbed before that nigga tell
Wavy to the max, I feel like boss Don Biggavel
And all you bitches tryna hate man, I wish you well
I wish you well
You can hate me
But I wish you well
Oh
You can blame me
But I wish you well
Oh
For the things I did
In my cell, sipping up
Getting lit, getting fade
Rockstar wasted
I know that it
In my cell, sipping up
Getting lit, getting fade
Rockstar wasted
Oh, I wish you well
Bitch, I wish you well
So many times you treated me like I died
Oh, I wish you well
I wish you well
All you hoes that lied and fucked my niggas on the side
I wish you well
I wish you well
You can hate me
But I wish you well
Oh
You can blame me
But I wish you well
Oh
For the things I did
In my cell, sipping up
(And didn't do, there's nothing left of me to prove)
Getting lit, getting fade
(So I wish you well)
Rockstar wasted
I know that it
(I wish you well)
In my cell, sipping up
(Oh, I wish you well)
Getting lit, getting fade
Rockstar wasted (Oh)
Oh, I wish you well
Bitch, I wish you well
You got a prepaid call from, Tory
Hi, baby, hope you say what's good
Yeah, I miss you, mm, I want you right now
What you doing?
You have time to talk? Yeah
Just like that
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