Last Call lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I'ma keep it real on this one
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga

[Verse]
Can't let these n*ggas take me out the streets, I'm a father
b*tch, I got a son I love and a daughter
My kids gon' show the same love if I ain't have a dollar
n*ggas pure bums in they heart, they should ask for dollars
I done helped a lot of n*ggas out and ain't brag about it
Watch a n*gga switch up for the pape', I just laugh about it
f*ck friends, all that sh*t fake, they won't crash about me
This case sh*t got me, I don't even wanna be with cats on Daria
You wasn't f*ckin' with me, I was broke, so don't ask for nada
Had a white boy buyin' dope that look like Frank Sinatra
Whoever knew a measly forty cell would get some years out me?
But I gotta stay strong for my son, ain't no tears droppin'
sh*t, at least I ain't goin' in broke, that's the real problem
Still takin' care of the fam when I'm gone, yeah, I still got it
Money don't mean sh*t, really it's the respect for me
'Cause I'd trade in all this money just to see Kwonny in jail at least
sh*t, at least he still alive
Tried to help my n*gga out, he backstabbed me, least I still tried
That n*gga shot at me, a bullet ain't touch me, but he still died
Still askin' God why the f*ck I gotta do a real five
But my right hand got twenty-eight years, it's just a lil' time
This case changed my life, just showin' me it's a real God
I know I seem to be alive, but I died on the inside
No weak blood, n*gga, I don't even cry on the inside
This the life I signed up for, so I can't be mad
Less involvement on the case with more years, I can't be a rat
Made a quarter mil' 'fore I went in and went to sleep fast
sh*t I know my family took care of, I went to sleep glad
This the last call and my b*tch ain't answer, went to sleep mad
All I'm thinkin' is my head is— alright
All I'm thinkin' in my head is I'll be back
When them b*tches let me out, If a n*gga harm my family, I'll be back
I was two days old and got adopted, I got three dads
Used to want a Jeep when I was broke, I went and bought that Cherokee fast
Ridin' around givin' knowledge out, it's just me and Cass
Gotta leave my son life for a minute, he gon' be mad
Mad as hell, I wish I had on a motherf*ckin' ski mask
But I'm only facin' forty-four months, it's gon' be fast
You the type of n*gga get a DUI and tell with your weak ass
When you locked up, you appreciate little sh*t like green grass
High as hell sleepin' like a bear in my green bed
Thousand pills hid under the chair, that's a beanbag
Pops like, "Why you drinkin' all this lean?" I'm a fiend, dad
But who would've ever thought I'd touch a hundred K clean cash?