Текст песни 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
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