Текст песни Steel - Ching

Just tell me how you feel
Who gone really help you when you locked up in that cell
I let my dogs eat when I ain′t have a full meal
Would you get up and leave
When this shit would get real
Riding wit that iron
Gotta ride wit a steel
I know I keep it real
Pray for my big brudda cause he locked up in that cell
I see your fake love
I can tell just by your smell
Got up out the hood
Imma ride wit it still

Tell me what's the deal
If we work together I swear
We could make a mill
Got you like my brudda
For you ya imma kill
Wait till you come out
And we gone fly up to the hills
Big bag full of money
Counting hunnid dolla bills
Money in the bank I gotta count up em hunnids
When they see me and gang
They already know how we coming
This shit won′t feel the same
If my dawg don't come how we coming
Man fuck your feelings
He say that he wit it
He bluffing
For you I'd slide
You and me ride
They don′t want smoke
Cause I swear I′ll get high
Fk wit my guys
Someone gotta die
Don't take me for a joke
Cause I′ll let that shit fly

Just tell me how you feel
Who gone really help you when you locked up in that cell
I let my dogs eat when I ain't have a full meal
Would you get up and leave
When this shit would get real
Riding wit that iron
Gotta ride wit a steel
I know I keep it real
Pray for my big brudda cause he locked up in that cell
I see your fake love
I can tell just by your smell
Got out the hood
Imma ride wit it still

Money over fame
Only stay inside my lane
I done seen blood switch
Shit won′t ever be the same
Ya I know who to blame
It's A year for every grain
If I empty out the clip
I won′t even have a thing
Imma come for his head
If he try to come body us
You get filled up wit led
They gone chalk where your body was
Let my bro get the rest
Ain't nobody that's stopping us
We gone make him his bed
Smoke his ashes we lighting him

Just tell me how you feel
Who gone really help you when you locked up in that cell
I let my dogs eat when I ain′t have a full meal
Would you get up and leave
When this shit would get real
Riding wit that iron
Gotta ride wit a steel
I know I keep it real
Pray for my big brudda cause he locked up in that cell
I see your fake love
I can tell just by your smell
Got out the hood
Imma ride wit it still