This shit crazy, dog, my young bull was just with me last night I shifted, dog, he got caught up And the vehicle he was in had all my raps that I wrote when I was locked up a couple bids, you know? 1800 nights
I was just thinkin’ ’bout family Thinkin’ ’bout Pop Hendley them Don’t say you love me if you don’t mean that shit And I’m thuggin’ hard ’cause I mean that shit I was just thinkin’ ’bout my family They been feelin’ like I abandoned them Why the fuck am I walking around here with a Glock for? Nigga livin’ dirty so I gotta keep the mop on Got a street sweeper, but I still keep the mop though I put everything I got on I ain’t seen my brother in a week I put too much time in the streets Momma stop cryin’ ’bout me Momma stop cryin’ ’bout me
Momma don’t worry ’bout me All you gotta do is love King I hope y’all see what I be thinkin’ ’bout I’m smilin’ I just smile just to cope now But I’m wildin’ I swear to God I’m tryin’ I’m tryna slow down My people tellin’ me to slow down I fell in love with the fourth pound You would think I’m with the Zoe Pound Shoutout to ATL But where I’m from we won’t say “12” We say “Tro-down” The raiders out there just rolled around All my niggas gettin’ rico All my niggas gettin’ rico
He ain’t tellin’ ’cause he G code Promise he ain’t tellin’ ’cause he G code He ain’t gon’ tell, he a fiend though If you rhyming I promise if you rhymin’ it ain’t easy though He a zombie, he Zoe A zombie on earth, I’ma Zoe I brought hell on earth for these hoes You my heaven on earth, you my ho, baby You my old lady All them hoes hatin’ Well fuck what them hoes say We rockin’ Gucci with Dolce
Love my old gram’, love my old lady I’m freestylin’ don’t mind me I don’t know what I’m thinkin’ But I don’t pop molly I’m freestylin’ don’t mind me I don’t know what I’m sayin’ My chauffeur don’t like speedin’ I like the Tesla better when it drive me I can sit back on IG I ain’t gotta look up when the light green I’m on the i- on autopilot, my bitch ridin’ me Cruise control I thank the Lord I ain’t lose my soul 1800 nights I done sacrificed Triple cross like Jesus Christ
You ain’t understand me I’ma tell you twice I’m ugly corner, even when I die I’m wonderin’ if you love me like I I’m wonderin’ if you thank me like how I be Head first, is he runnin’ right behind me? Nah, fuck that, you better be runnin’ right beside me It’s like everything that I touch, it just be fallin’ apart I can’t leave my past behind me I wanna know what’s goin’ on in the projects I wanna slide and go see what it look like Remember Pop hit a lick on a four wheeler E Murder, almost lost his life on a dirt bike I seen a cracker to my left so I turned right I lost my re-up when tryna shoot dice My niggas leavin’ niggas stank for some hood rank You ain’t got no street cred, ain’t got no hood stripes Thinkin’ ’bout my niggas and my family They the only ones that understand me Partner cut the fishtail on his banshee The Devil sent me a blessing My dreads like devil horns, they don’t know that I be on my damn knees Forgive me lord, forgive me lord that I fell for it Forgive me lord that I fell short I’m dressin’, playin’ in the airport Bust a nigga brain if you care for it Young nigga what would you do for it Her boyfriend smokin’ Newports Just put my baby momma in a new foreign ‘Bout to write a book, no Dr. Seuss, boy I got stories like a news reporter Like a book, put my momma in two stories I’m postin’ in the hood ’cause the school borin’ I’m smokin’ Cherry Pie, I don’t smoke Spice I would never tell you about my old life Sniper biker Pop a wheelie on the Raptor I got snakes in my closet, I’m a rattler And I keep body bags for a rapper Hidin’ from my past, got me runnin’ from a cracker Lil’ Kodak they just wanna see you captured I’m snappin’ and I’m flashin’ like a camera You don’t know the meaning behind it You don’t know the reason I’m like this Sincerely me I’m feelin’ this beat To all my niggas in prison, if you listenin’ right now, I miss you