Consequences

Stuck in the street, this the life that I chose I'ma do my time I get sent up the road

Bet I, don't say shit, I'ma stick to the code They can give me 100 years and I still won't fold

Type of nigga catch a charge while I'm on probation Everybody wanna see me down, I'm tryna make it

But I still got my chin up, still got my chest out King of the pod, I make niggas check out

Can't talk too much cause the feds be listening I see my main, man, Name in paperwork

Niggas pointing fingers, mane that shit be hurtin' Shit So bad, I done relapsed On The 30s, Move My Momma out the hood, but now I'm on the run again I should've listened when she said you ain't got no friends

Everything all good, all they do is pretend I Put Loyalty Over Love and Loyalty over royalties

Sometimes I look up like, God, why me? Why you tell lil Feezy he was 17

Chunky got shot on the 4th of July, he was tryna have fun, got hit in crossfire

Got a phone call, Jamel killed himself, still to this day, I do not believe it