(intro)
Finally getting out of prison thank you Lord for protecting me.. Can’t wait to see my children it’s been so long….
My n***a John finna pick me up
fresh air about time

(Verse 1)
N***a you don’t get it
While your staying solid up in that prison
Your homeboy don took your baby momma as his misses
Your momma get turned out and became his mistress
Now once your out bullets start going through them fences
Your kids start crying and begin grave digging
Aunts are rose picking, detectives got notes missing
Your coffin’s a trashbin cuz your family can’t afford dividens
Pastors preparing sermons, your homie printing shirts and
Even though he shot you, he still believes it was worth it
They playing lame songs you don’t like during your funeral service
How about That?
How about That?
How About That?

(hook)
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(Verse 2)
Welcome to the land of dead homie you a pack
Your daugther is now a hoe, your son became a rat
Your baby momma got married, your bestfriend is tapping that
I might just send you to hell mayne your life was crap
You killed lil Brody, evidence don showed it
Got off of good behavior and self defense was important
You married his wife and had his kids without him knowing
Once he found out, you shot him and kept it rolling
Cops came sniffing and saw his blood in the streets flowing
You served your time but lied of course
That’s why God had to take you off that life support
You a straight clown, your kids have to suffer cuz you not around
What kind of selfish prick, picked, sticked his friend and didn’t think Karma wouldn’t be in town