Help Me

The fuck you know about it? 38 Speshal, In Custody If it's too real for you, turn to your local R&B station Ayo, I just copped out to a two year bid It's fucked up, 'cause grandma got one year to live Don't feel my pain, y'all don't know that I'm stressed I just pray for days, hope her soul be blessed And the only reason I'm locked because I ain't go tell They said that it'll help my case, but oh well Now, I gotta sit in a cold cell And I'm gon' be in the system 'til 0-12 But, oh well, know that it's a cold hell And I know these niggas ain't gon' send me no mail But out in the world, they was ridin' my coattail And when we took trips, I paid for their hotel 'Cause they was only 'round 'cause I was doin' so swell And they could drink good, and smoke swell I had the coke sales, no joke In my coat with the toast held, come close, I throw shells I had some bad run-ins with the law Gun inside of my drawers, runnin' with my dawgs Y'all get caught, and start runnin' your jaws And get everybody indicted, even your broad Aw, naw, naw, y'all niggas I know 'bout Type to leave your man in jail, but get your ho out And when it's beef, we grab guns and roll out I go to war with somethin' big that fold out I bagged treys, graduated to the nickels, right Shit, I was infatuated with the pistols 13, Not exaggeratin' a little At the bottom, felt I had to make it to the middle No hope, it had me stagnated just a little I was broke, and really aggravated off the issue No joke, I ain't had the patience in my mental I tell you 'bout the places that I been through Ate off them dirty plates, slept on them dirty floors 16, Stressed out, lookin' like I'm 34 Prayin' to the Lord, don't let the streets hurt me no more Please don't let 'em hurt me no more Even though the corner and the fast life I certainly adore Carry a gun in case of an emergency or war Can personally afford workin' with bein' poor So I came to put a hurt in all y'all, nigga