Testo Prison Yard - Dave East feat. Buda & Grandz & DJ Drama
Testo della canzone Prison Yard (Dave East feat. Buda & Grandz & DJ Drama), tratta dall'album Book of David
See my shit
For two decades
They been listening' from penitentiary to penitentiary
From state facility to the feds
From yard to yard
Nigga's come home and tell me their stories
"Dram', you help me get through my bid with quality street music
Why would I ever stop?
Free the man
(Gangsta Grillz)
Look
Let it fly, watch his facelift
Mekhi Pfeiffer niggas tryna play rich (Porter)
He said he a shooter 'cause he take pics (I know)
Make it make sense, grand waggoneer with gray tint
Spin the block peep niggas faces, I see that they pissed (mad)
Steak and shrimp dinners I come from just tryna make rent
Killer 'til he got interrogated and gave a statement (rat)
Criticize the life of these niggas you never stayed with (never)
You mad at me 'bout bitches you wanted you never lay with (ha)
Don't mean to sound abrasive but I got used to these payments (yeah)
Most niggas foul, they either technical or they flagrant (either or)
You was on my bitch until she dropped your location (lame)
Thinkin' with your dick got you rushing ain't got no patience
Black ski mask can't identify no one faces (nobody)
Wasn't nothin' to it that was
Just a demonstration of the way we playing
No referees young ins just scoring
Foot prints of blood all on his Jordan's, He feel important now
He never felt the love, he never felt the love (never felt it)
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs (no hugs)
'Cause he was on the prison yard, she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, oldest feelin' stuck
He never felt the love, he never felt the love (never felt it)
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs (no hugs)
'Cause he was on the prison yard, she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, oldest feelin' stuck
Let it fly watch his facelift
Mekhi Pfeiffer niggas tryna play rich (nah)
He said he a shooter that nigga take pics
Make it make sense, we did bad it ain't been straight since
Arm in the pot when we cook it call it ye vents
Call it like Dudderman, smoke a spliff and play Prince
Purple Rain put you under four-five like a weight bench, bench-press
Another homie died like I ain't been stressed (been stressed)
If champagne was a test I probably aced it (ace)
Shouts to O, free Casanova, we all the culture (free Cass)
Vultures with a Birdseye view just tryna scope us (watchin')
Some of us was born athletic they tried to coach us
Put us on the most wanted picture or on the poster (yeah)
They children of the lifestyle knowing most of its vulgar
Raps about bagging up Maria Sharapova (white)
Barrel in the holster so my hips don't get too hot
You already know the drill it's nothin' for this kay to flock
Free Kay Flock
He never felt the love, he never felt the love (never felt it)
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs (no hugs)
'Cause he was on the prison yard, she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, oldest feelin' stuck
He never felt the love, he never felt the love (never felt it)
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs (no hugs)
'Cause he was on the prison yard, she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, oldest feelin' stuck
Feelin' stuck, feelin' stuck
Feelin' stuck, feelin' stuck, feelin' stuck, feelin' stuck
Oh
Hold me, Lord
In the palm
Of your hand
Though my soul gets weary, yeah
I know you've got a big plan
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Garcia, Francis Ubiera, David Brewster, Michael Richard Kuzoian, James Thomas Burns
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