Locked In Lyrics

Aye ayo Bleu

Smoking all weed

It help me cope

Ayo mante run it back

Smoking all this weed, i take the drugs to help me cope

They keep sayin keep yo head up, i'm fucked up i'm losing hope

I was that youngin in the trenches i couldn't even use the soap

I struggled bad, hard, and dirty

Had me hanging from a rope

I fantasize about a million cash that shit gon turn me up

Niggas burnt our bridges down cause they got lean up in their cup

I'm movin different now cause bitches tryna line, ain't tryna fuck

And best believe my lil bro ready he got thirty in the tuck

And best believe my lil bro ready we got thirty in this car

I want hoes to try again, we send em all up to the stars

Niggas hate that i'm a rapper cause this nigga got them bars

The teacher asked me what i want, i said to take this music far

Been in the stu, been grinding hard cause i ain't got no time to waste

I hang with trappers, rappers, scammers, drop the BOA the chase

Tryn give my folks and them a rico, hope lil bronem beat his case

And i ain't never get to tell em but he know that he my ace

I been so locked in, in my head that i been staying to myself

I might have to put my cousin down and give that boy the belt

I battle shit thru day n'night

You niggas don't know what i felt

The head general in charge just call me Theo Roosevelt

Smoking all this weed, i take the drugs to help me cope

They keep sayin keep yo head up, i'm fucked up i'm losing hope

I was that youngin in the trenches i couldn't even use the soap

I struggled bad, hard, and dirty

Had me hanging from a rope

I fantasize about a million cash that shit gon turn me up

Niggas burnt our bridges down cause they got lean up in their cup

I'm movin different now cause bitches tryna line, ain't tryna fuck

And best believe my lil bro ready he got thirty in the tuck (Yea,Yea)