Cell 245 (Prison Tapes) Video (MV)

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They gave Speedy twenty years, been tryna get him out since
I be rollin' with some shottas, tryna dip 'em out the whip
When we get to bendin' corners, niggas spin around that bitch
All my dogs rich, took a lot to get 'em out the sticks
Had this one bitch f*ckin' up my trap house
Do her like her stepmama and send her to her dad house
I even had to snake a couple niggas, but my plan was to get rich
Shootouts gave me PTSD, that's the damage that it did
I'm talkin' hammers at the crib
I'm talkin' hammers at my grandma's house
She in the kitchen, cookin' finer hammers in the counters
Real stepper, they can't stand us, when we pull up, they can't manage
We be duckin' paparazzi and all the cameras
Yeah, I'm talkin' hoppin' out of cars that don't come out 'til next year
That Pagani so fast, it shouldn't be another gear
We just trappers of the year and we gon' need another cheer
Range peach, color pear
Seein' peace, gotta steer
And I think she like the Audemars on me
Chains dancin', got A Boogie, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah on me
When she pull up like the plug, she gon' drop it all for me
It's only scary hours, when she pull up, be like, "Ooh"

I'm talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash
L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes
Baby, you know this shit is real when you f*ckin' with me
I keep that blocka, chill when you f*ckin' with me
Bitch, I'm for real
Talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash
L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes
Baby, you know this shit is real when you f*ckin' with me
I keep that blocka, chill when you f*ckin' with me
Bitch, I'm for real

Bitch, I'm for real
Bitch, I'm for real

Kept the static in the attic
And I was trappin' to the alleys
Couldn't find my soul when I was travelin'
Couldn't cope, this shit was tragic
I was out there doin' the most
You know that most, my nigga, was savage
If you come close, my niggas'll grab it
It's on my soul, my niggas gon' have it, I swear
We be spendin' cash, we barely dip off and escape
All you hearin' is "vroom" and niggas come through, spinnin' off in that Lamb'
We're twenty-nine now and I'm proud of the man I became, of who I am
I always said, "I'll have everything I got right now at thirty," nigga
But this shit don't stop, I want some houses, I want some blocks
I want some buildings and some shops
I need equity in everything
Bitches come through spinnin' 'round my finger like a wedding ring
Devil knockin' at my door, tryin' not to let him in
I be feelin' so conflicted, Glock off in my letterman
Got it for protection, for my opps, know I can't let 'em win
I'ma beat my case, bitch, I ain't worried 'bout no settlement
Truly, I'm a gentleman, let the Lord settle it
'Cause I be up late, askin' Him for answers
Know that they can't rob me, but I can't give them no chances
We was flippin' dope with all our old label advances
Bitch, I'm in that Ghost like Luigi in the mansion (yeah)

I'm talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash
L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes
Baby, you know this shit is real when you f*ckin' with me
I keep that blocka, chill when you f*ckin' with me
Bitch, I'm for real
I'm talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash
L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes
Baby, you know this shit is real when you f*ckin' with me
I keep that blocka, chill when you f*ckin' with me
Bitch, I'm for real

Bitch, I'm for real
Bitch, I'm for real
Bitch, I'm for real
Bitch, I'm for real