Felony Punch

Lyrics
[Chorus: Ashley Sorrell] Around these streets, you don't go very far Unless you [?] are I don't trust a soul, you must protect your heart Only tell what they need to [?] play your part [Verse 1: Skilla Baby] These niggas wanna break me down Young king, they wanna take my crown Stand on my own ten toes, they wanna lay me down I know they hate me now, 'cause I ain't answering my phone, they think I made it out Still on Seven Mile, riding with the cemmy tucked Only thing changed, hoes that turned me down hit me up She let my nigga fuck, now she hit me up Now she mad, 'cause I told her let my nigga fuck Still be on my same shit, work hard as a slave shit But when we in the field, we we [?] the hitters with the chains whipped We the ones they forgot about, but now they hate us 'Cause we the presidents, ball players, entertainers Mama burying her son, 'cause these babies having babies Unc'll still hit you with a bag from the 80's Bitches wanna fake me out, niggas wanna take me out Sister wanna drag me down, my mama smile make me smile Dawg gotta take a chance, no L's, gotta take the [?] If I don't work, I don't eat, you gotta pay me now Lord, please save me a spot in the sky Or at least let me see my pops when I die Or if I die before my mama, don't let my mama cry Baby wonder why I talk to her dry She talk to all these niggas wet as hell, and they might catch a shell And I know if I ever tell, they'll never tell This music shit bring peace to my heart 'Cause I love smoke, gun smoke, easily sparked Dropped the money off first, don't bring no cheese to the cart I was thinking [?] [Chorus: Ashley Sorrell] Around these streets, you don't go very far Unless you [?] are I don't trust a soul, you must protect your heart Only tell what they need to [?] play your part [Verse 2: Skilla Baby] [?] give [?] break Every ight before I sleep, I pray my soul to take They wanna overkill me, 'cause they want my place They don't want me six feet, niggas want me eight I just want better times, they won't let me grind Can't wait to toast up to times, with the reddest wine Sent a prayer up to God, and he sent me signs He tought me I ain't lose friends, they was never mine's
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Credits
- Writers
- Skilla Baby
- Ashley Sorrell