How It Go

When you fightin' them cases, court dates comin' slow

Them 9-1's no joke, you just gotta have hope

And don't say shit, give a fuck what they say they know

Give fuck what they found, give a damn who they get

I bet the shit won't stick, my last rap was a bitch

They give him twenty eight years 'cause the **** wouldn't close his lips

Just be cool, be patient, 'cause the opps still hatin'

Be the same **** wrote them statements

Man, them **** couldn't take you

They was too scared to face it

You was goin' through that bitch like Jason

Boy, you gotta be a fool, how you think that shit cool?

You givin' names, you ain't playin' by the rules

Leave his ass in a pool of his own damn blood

It's the type of shit that don't make the news

See, now you just chillin', you just waitin' on trial

Gang 'em out there goin' wild, you know you got a child

And his mama ain't shit, but I know you learnt that by now

Heard she fuckin' with the opps

And she was just on they block with the same **** you was tryna pop

Man, this shit gotta stop

Now you locked in a room, you just plottin' while you doin' pushups

You better check on your bro, 'cause the **** on the new came in

Said he heard he got smoked

Better check on your ho, 'cause the same lil' **** said

"She out there right now gettin' poked"

That just ruined your day

Now you tryna start a fight, sayin' **** better stay out your way

****, fix your face, don't nobody give a fuck

Everybody goin' through the same thing

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh

Boy, it's kinda cold in here

You ain't got nobody make a stove in here, uh

Better have your pole in here

Got **** gettin' old in here

Might lose your soul in here

Been gone for a couple years, damn

A couple years

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh

Boy, it's kinda cold in here

You ain't got nobody make a stove in here, uh

Better have your pole in here

Got **** gettin' old in here

Might lose your soul in here

Been gone for a couple years, damn

A couple years

I been gone, tryna come back home

They doin' me wrong, this shit take long

Answer your phone

Man, let me tell you how it is

See, you just got out, now a **** tryna see his kids

But look this the deal, you don't got the bitch number

You don't know where she lives

So you call a ho's mama, it ring three times

"Hey, Ms. Jones, how you been?"

First thing she say is, "Oh, this Von?" and "Damn, you back out again?"

But you ain't even trippin', she finna die anyway

Old bitch knockin' on like sixty

And you ain't even got a penny

You thinkin' get rich or die tryin', favorite rapper must be 50

Boy, you need you a Glizzy

'Cause you still in the city and shorty and them still gettin' busy

See, I keep mine with me

And it's hard gettin' a gun from a ****, it's like tryna get a kidney

So what you gon' do? You gon' rob or gon' shot?

You gon' trap or gon' crack? You gon' win or gon' lose?

You gon' work, go to church, sell so much merch

On the first, boy, I know that shit hurt

Better rap, better stack

Better get them blue hunnids, put 'em in the matt'

The D.A. on your ass, you fuck up one time, then your ass goin' back

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh

Boy, it's kinda cold in here

You ain't got nobody make a stove in here, uh

Better have your pole in here

Got **** gettin' old in here

Might lose your soul in here

Been gone for a couple years, damn

A couple years

Let me tell you how it go in here, uh

Boy, it's kinda cold in here

You ain't got nobody make a stove in here, uh

Better have your pole in here

Got **** gettin' old in here

Might lose your soul in here

Been gone for a couple years, damn

A couple years

I been gone, tryna come back home

They doin' me wrong, this shit take long

Answer your phone