(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
(Bos goin' crazy)
If you really love me, then you gotta show me
'Cause words don't mean nothin' to me no more
If you really for me, put nothin' above me
And promise to love me through it all
Collect calls from the jail, is you pickin' up for me? Is you stuck with me?
Would you hold me down or are you switchin' up on me?
Don't give up on me, no, no, no, no, don't give up on me (No, no, no, no)
Tell her keep drivin', I'm steady tryna duck the jakes, boo
Eyes ain't high, but that presidential Rolex face, ooh
'Bout an hour, I'm comin' over to your place soon
Money shower, I hope it's one end of the rainbow
And this is where I take off
Feds kick the door, they talkin' 'bout some fentanyl
They picked up me, Lil D, and Score, I can't forget 'bout Trenchcoat
Inside interrogation room, you know that none of us told
Them crackers came at me with time, but I'm too solid to fold
Watchin' me drop a dime somethin' that these niggas hope
Shawty, tell me would you ride while I'm locked behind the door?
I always keep you on my mind, talkin' all day long
I need somebody on my side whether right or wrong
Lil' shawty better be alive, I can't right my wrongs
You way too G, way too fly to be cryin' on the phone
Conspiracy, that's my charge, I won't be gone long
I swear the streets took my heart, I just need some love
If you really love me, then you gotta show me
'Cause words don't mean nothin' to me no more
If you really for me, put nothin' above me
And promise to love me through it all
Collect calls from the jail, is you pickin' up for me? Is you stuck with me?
Would you hold me down or are you switchin' up on me?
Don't give up on me, no, no, no, no, don't give up on me (No, no, no, no)
I hope my grandma really got me, I hope my mama really got me
I hope my father really got me, I hope my partner really got me
I done made some mistakes, federal prison, that's where I gotta stay
Every night, before you go to sleep, just make sure you pray
That you don't come out the same way
Whoever thought? Talkin' way back in eighth grade
I used to visit pops locked up in the chain gang
I done caught a charge and now I'm goin' through the same thing
For all of mines, I'll lay yours, my nigga Pov had that tat on his arm
See, I'm the one who made the choice, so I can't put the blame on you
Beatin' on them cards, I invented that
Now I gotta ask to God for a pen and pad
If you really love me, then you gotta show me
'Cause words don't mean nothin' to me no more
If you really for me, put nothin' above me
And promise to love me through it all
Collect calls from the jail, is you pickin' up for me? Is you stuck with me?
Would you hold me down or are you switchin' up on me?
Don't give up on me, no, no, no, no, don't give up on me (No, no, no, no)
