Lyrics Free Daff - Daff , Potter Payper , Mozzy

Still
Got it on me, gotta duck them jakes
They wanna
Run in my place, put a gun in my face
Still
I can't get no rest or peace
It's only right, I practise what I preach
This is for my brothers doing pulls ups on the yard in hell
Just come back from court cause they denied his bail
Best keep your gun and keep your brief
Cah they're aint no love in these streets
Aint no love in these
For them members on that fo yard
Niggas screaming free em but ain't doing shit to help em
I just left the lawyer, let him dig inside the Goyard
He put out 50k and told me everything was velvet
All this shit that I've been going through
He ain't felt it how I felt it
But I don't want you too
Niggas say they on my helmet, ima hold you to it
Double up the coffee cup, it's full of motorfluids
Yeah
He out here loafing, ima throw it to him
Why?
He did the same when I was leaking, feel I owe it to him
You know the movement
Her baby died in front of the casa, you know she moving
His bowel full of dead opposition, you know they're losing
We up gang
Still
Got it on me, gotta duck them jakes
They wanna
Run in my place, put a gun in my face
Still
I can't get no rest or peace
It's only right, I practise what I preach
This is for my brothers doing pull ups on the yard in hell
Just come back from court coz they denied his bail
Best
Keep your gun and keep your brief
Cah they're aint no love in these streets
Most of my lifers been gang affiliated
Stuck in segregation
One call, communication
Between me and them, we ain't the same, no correlation
Rolling with a rat then you're a snitch by association
All this pain all this misery
I knew the gang would've hold me down, I had an epiphany
Invest in rose gold on the dials, Tiffany's
Shipping bottoms from overseas, I paid the shipping fee
My family missing me, up North is where they're shipping me
Barricading all these cell doors and all these wooden cupboards
You have to wonder why we think these streets don't really love us
Cause when we call they won't be answering none of our prison numbers
Wallahi, it's only mothers
Still
Got it on me, gotta duck them jakes
They wanna
Run in my place, put a gun in my face
Still
I can't get no rest or peace
It's only right I practise what I preach
This is for my brothers doing pulls ups on the yard in hell
Just come back from court cause they denied his bail
Best
Keep your gun and keep your brief
Cah they're aint no love in these streets
You can't call me gang if we ain't been on a move
Took the cash and the jewels, and we're splitting the food
Hungry like I just ate but I'm still in the mood
I hate when rappers wanna talk about spinning a tune
Round here we keep spinning, have you spilling your juice
For my brothers in the jailhouse sipping their hooch
His baby mother's acting up, now he's missing his yute
He told me keep spitting like a old man, missing his tooth
I'm institutionalised and rich, now I'm living my truth
My chain's out of this world like, I am Groot
I'm hoping she's a gold digger, cause I am too
Still go aunty's for my rice and stew
Still
Got it on me, gotta duck them jakes
They wanna
Run in my place, put a gun in my face
Still
I can't get no rest or peace
It's only right I practise what I preach
This is for my brothers doing pulls ups, on the yard in hell
Just come back from court cause they denied his bail
Best
Keep your gun and keep your brief
Cah they're ain't no love in these streets