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Story Time Lyrics - Artist : Fivio Foreign
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Let me tell a little sad story about this young boy, grew up no pops in the crib That nigga momma workin' so she couldn't really show no love when he was a kid (AyoAA) He didn't even mean to do that incident He was only eighteen when he got caught that bid He in and out of jail, he ain't know how to move He ain't know how to fight, he ain't know how to look He walked in the spot (Spot) Feds on the strip, call up the spot The CO just told him that this is procedure But he knew in his mind that he was doin' a lot He had to figure it out and then learn all the rules And then follow them, like it or not He caught a new charge 'cause he had little weed Tryna sneak the shit in, it was right in his sock Yeah, they had him intake for like a week They hate his guts, they think he killed police Inmate is super cold with the AC They ain't give him no blanket, they ain't give him no sheets They put him in a cell with a dirty ass sink He couldn't think, he couldn't sleep They gave him no soap to wash his ass They ain't give him no toothpaste to brush his teeth He ain't know why they keep botherin' him He was kinda scared, ain't wanna argue with him Pacin' back and forth, they keep on followin' him He couldn't take no more, and he finally hit him The CO then hit the button and they come And they helpin' him run in and crack his ass He just took a beatin' and unleashed the demon He lookin' to grillin' and actin' bad He ain't never been locked up before but he made up his mind He like, "Fuck it, if this how it start" They couldn't count him out 'Cause anybody who know lil' homie, know lil' homie got heart He gon' adapt to his habitat Even if his habitat get dark He was a lil' fish when he jumped in the water And then he grew into a shark (Then he grew into a shark) Two years later (Uh), nine fights in, he found his religion He started workin' out, takin' food, soups and respect 'cause this shit wasn't givin' He wanted more for his life, he was sittin' in jail every night And his life wasn't hittin' (Life wasn't hittin') And his life wasn't hittin' (His life wasn't hittin') And his life wasn't, look (Nah) Two years, he fought the case and he ain't worry about it In his mind he knew he ain't losin' He got a paid lawyer, that's a good lawyer And that lawyer do know what he doin' They wanna take it to trial, so he take it to trial But that little nigga goin' through it He was just holdin' it down for his mans 'Cause he wasn't the one that was doin' the shottin' Need to cop out this damn lie Call up home and found out his man died He looked up the sky like, "Damn, why?" 'Cause he's locked in the cell and can't slide All hell break lose and that man cry You can see the demon in his damn eyes That nigga a vampire, hah (Bow) If he want you dead, then it's verified (Bow) And he went back to his cell and he thought to his self like, "Damn, I feel a lil' stupid" He got a big gun in the crib But he's stuck in the jam and he can't even use it He want a re-trial and take back everything that he said 'cause he know he ain't do it Lil' homie a real nigga, he done made a decision already and he stickin' to it Uh, yeah, he stickin' to it Yeah, huh Yeah, uh Fivi, back, love |
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