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 been killing niggas for two decades
They been listening from penitentiary to penitentiary
From state facility to the feds
From yard to yard
Come home and tell me the stories
Dram you helped me get through my bid
With quality street music
Why would I ever stop?
Free the men
Look, let it fly watch his face lift
Makai Pfeiffer nigga tryna play rich
He said he a shooter 'cause he take pics
Make it make sense
Grey wagon man with grey tints
Spin the block, peep niggas faces
I see that they mad
Steak and shrimp dinners
I come from just tryna make rent
Killer, 'til he got interrogated and gave a statement
Criticizing the life of these niggas you never stayed with
You mad at me 'bout bitches you wanted, you never laid with
Don't mean to sound abrasive but I got used to these payments
Most niggas foul, they either technical or they flagrant
You was on my bitch until she dropped that shit location
Thinking with your dick got you rushing, ain't got no patience
Black ski mask, can't identify no one faces
Wasn't nothing to it, that was just a demonstration
Of the way we playing, no referees youngin' just scoring
Footprints of blood all on his Jordan's he feel important now
He never felt the love, he never felt the love
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs
'Cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, oldest feeling stuck
He never felt the love, he never felt the love
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs
'Cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, oldest feeling stuck
Let it fly watch his face lift
Makai Pfeiffer nigga tryna play rich
He said he a shooter, that nigga take pics
Make it make sense
He did bad and ain't been straight since
Arm in the pot, when we cook it call Lil Ye' Vince
Call it like you done a man, smoke a spliff and play Prince
Purple rain put you under 4-5 like a weight bench
Bench press, another homie died like I ain't been stretched
If champagne was a test, I probably aced it
Shoutout to O, free Casanova, we are the culture
Vultures with they bird eye view just tryna scope us
Some of us was born athletic, they try to coach us
Put us on the most wanted picture or on the poster
They children of the lifestyle knowing most of it's vulgar
Raps about bagging up Maria Sharapova
Barrel in the holster so my hip don't get too hot
You already know the drill, it's nothing
For this K to flock (Free Kay Flock)
He never felt the love, he never felt the love
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs
'Cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, oldest feeling stuck
He never felt the love, he never felt the love
His mama never kissed him, daddy never gave no hugs
'Cause he was on the prison yard and she was on them drugs
Ain't nobody he can trust, oldest feeling stuck
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Writer(s): Daniel Garcia, Francis Ubiera, David Brewster, Michael Richard Kuzoian, James Thomas Burns
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