Lyrics Depend on Me - Hardo , Deezlee

There's always somebody out there in the world
That may need you...
If you love them, help a hand...
Just a little bit of love
The little things in life
Will help somebody out...

I had to let my nigga know
That he could depend on me
I know if he was free and I had beef
He would spin for me
I know if he was free and I had beef
He would sin for me
He don't ask for nothing much
But just that I win for em
He blew the trial but satisfied with me
Because I went for him
And I don't brag about that kinda money
I spent on him
And I don't brag about those magazines
That I sent for him
Our bonds worth more than currency
I'll trade every cent for him

He told me big dogs breaks chains
Til they paw hurt
I told him stay prayed up and
Stick to your law work
I told him stay prayed up and
Sit and let God work
When something happen to one of the men
Then we all hurt
I thought bout when I fell
Who was going to get your books right
I heard you grew your dreads
I'm wondering what you look like
I help you see through those dark times
I'm ya book light
Me not riding out your bid
Then what would I look like
Me not riding out your bid
Then what would I feel like
They gave you four letters
They don't know what that feel like
They gave us four letters
I said us because I feel like I'm real enough
To do this thing with you in real life...

I had to let my nigga know
That he could depend on me
I know if he was free and I had beef
He would spin for me
I know if he was free and I had beef
He would sin for me
He don't ask for nothing much
But just that I win for em
He blew the trial but satisfied with me
Because I went for him
And I don't brag about that kinda money
I spent on him
And I don't brag about those magazines
That I sent for him
Our bonds worth more than currency
I'll trade every cent for him

I gotta send you pictures
I just touched with a sink on me
Ain't even have no tatts
I got a whole bunch of ink on me
I wisened up
I don't need no nigga to think for me
I got my shit together
There ain't even a kink on me
I can't go back to jail because I got people relying on me
I'm tryna keep my niggas out the way
They keep dying on me
I'm tired of having moms and baby moms
Always crying on me
I'm tired of fbi and other agencies spying on me
I wanna visit you but that ain't just how parole work
Your girl said you tripping and you back to your hole spurts
Don't ever stress yourself about what you can't control first
The games can come second start putting ya goals first

I had to let my nigga know
That he could depend on me
I know if he was free and I had beef
He would spin for me
I know if he was free and I had beef
He would sin for me
He don't ask for nothing much
But just that I win for em
He blew the trial but satisfied with me
Because I went for him
And I don't brag about that kinda money
I spent on him
And I don't brag about those magazines
That I sent for him
Our bonds worth more than currency
I'll trade every cent for him

I thanking you so much for being there when I needed you
Trust me
It mean ten times more to me than it mean to you
I'm on my last appeal
I just hope God see it through
But if it ain't meant
I guess the streets i'll breath through you
Yea I try to smile everyday but i stress daily
My son ask me AM I coming home
I said yes maybe
But When he paused
I had to turn around and say yes baby
I had to lie to him now its burning my chest crazy

Yeah I grew my hair out
I pray i get a answer before the year out
I choose to put the streets over my family
Got me here now
Da streets is never good
But this the side you never hear bout
Bust my gun instead of raise my son
That's what these tears bout
My shorty barely picking up her phone because she moved on
Got your own life and got to grow
Don't think you wrong
While I'm in this place and got to shower with my shoes on
Bro I appreciate you everyday
On my momma now
Bring my knife outside my cell
When i'm coming out

Doing a Life sentence
Only phone time running out
Covid got us twenty-three and one
We barely coming out
My celly got a hundred years
Because he let a hundred out
Sheesh mmm that's what this thuggin' bout
Won't never see no pussy grab a magazine and rub it out
Found out my peoples died through a letter
Fuck this haunted house
This shit crazy it will break you baby
So you better choose another route

I had to let my nigga know
That he could depend on me
I know if he was free and I had beef
He would spin for me
I know if he was free and I had beef
He would sin for me
He don't ask for nothing much
But just that I win for em
He blew the trial but satisfied with me
Because I went for him
And I don't brag about that kinda money
I spent on him
And I don't brag about those magazines
That I sent for him
Our bonds worth more than currency
I'll trade every cent for him