Текст песни 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
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