Appellate Court Freestyle (Prison Tapes) lyrics

[Intro]
You have a prepaid call from: Tory

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Double standard society
Feds tryin' me, law practicing off inspire me
I found crooked ways more sly, sly as I can be, yeah
I really want my b*tch to do like the rain and fall for a n*gga
I'm outta line until the day they call for a n*gga
Sudan the refugee feel like Darfur, my n*gga
We battling over these fences, parkour my n*gga
You see these A & R's playin' stars and XX playin' sex
Encrypted back door deals, that n*ggas playin' next
Closin' meetings playing vex, try and get them pay the check
I need a deal at A to Z and right now it's at A to X
As an ex-ex concernеd about who's playin' next
And then my next probably concеrned about who's playing text
I'm in the scouts like, f*ck it, who gon' play next
That decision right there way too heavy to stress
But let's talk about stress, I got whole labels gettin' at me
Blogs nitpicking, n*ggas tryna prick up at me
Prosecutor tried to paint me young, dumb, and trigger-happy
Tried to revoke my bail last week, I'm like, "Really Kathy?"
The judge like the only person not holding a grudge
I'm just hoping that he see past all the smears and the smudge
I'm just tryna be outside, holdin' bands in the club
Doin' sh*t for my lil' cousins, not doin' years in the mug
See sh*t don't appear as it was, got peers actin' finicky
Last year scared, but this year want to mention me
Bunch of hoe-b*tch-ass, f*ck-n*gga energy
Bunch of hoe-b*tch-ass, f*ck-n*gga tendencies
Y'all see n*ggas with these chains and think they got it all
Me, I'm tryna shine like the black under the Armor All
Shawty suckin' and her hands clutched together under me like volleyball
Chain, so much colors, when they swang look like Mardi Gras
Y'all n*ggas hardly ball, but get to talkin' slick and I'll just crash like I'm naughty dog
Scared of y'all? Not at all; n*ggas pump-fake, it's hard to stomach like a body ball
I will not stop at all, waiter come and top it off
sh*t is 'bout to get spooky, it's best that y'all not involved
I know n*ggas that say they got more b*tches but really do more trickin’ than "ta-da-da"
Impressed? Not at all
Again, condo in the sky, I'm eightieth floor
I'm expandin' to a mansion that come with lake and a shore
Am I sure? Eatin' arroz con pollo all on the tour
Dollar signs tatted all on my mind, sh*t I can't ignore
[Verse 2: AWOL$]
They say diamonds last forever like umbrellas under raindrops
Double-jointed suicidal doors when the Wraith stop
V-12 engine, windows tinted, duckin' plain cops
They hate they had to witness n*ggas winning, they became opps
When the plane stop, you put your mask on first
We used to hit the ATM and put the mask on first
We used to ride the MTA, now Maybachs in reverse
This the sh*t we used to pray for in the back of the church
They knew they couldn't stop the hustle, so they shackled us first
Isaiah 54:17, you know that didn't work
A million in my mausoleum put some cash in my hearse
Cover me in the blood of Jesus till I'm covered in dirt
They could trap my body but can't trap my mind
In the law library, n*ggas pass the time
I still ain't pass the torch, still ain't past my prime
Do planks, push-ups, and pull-ups, pen-and-pad my rhymes
We used to look up to the dope boys, the b*tches called us broke boys
Drivin' Honda Civics but had visions of the Rolls-Royce
McLaren doors go up, and b*tches pull their panties down
'Cause we poppin' tags, but we used to rock them hand-me-downs
You could try to build 'em up, they still gon' try an tear you down
They show their true colors, do numbers, bet they hear you now
Two sides to everything, the condo came with three stories
Poolside, they tryna catch a wave, tryna reach for me
Burnin' bridges, put dirt on my image, tryin' to destroy me
Church closed, I ain't got nobody who could preach for me
Netflix special, political refugee story
Free Max B and Big Meech, n*gga, free Tory