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san quentin mixtape - u were saying كلمات الأغنية

you were saying that you love me little baby then you leave me
got youngins looking up to be me
they be posting that they miss me and the system need to free me

but they ain’t never try to feed me
you were saying that you love me little baby then you leave me
got youngins looking up to be me
they be posting that they miss me and the system needs to free me
but they ain’t never try to feed me

(aye) you say you got me little baby then stay true to that
me pj whipping in that bucket izzie in the back
all i want is blue strips, hundreds in that gucci bag
tez was trying to cuff me up just hoping that i’m doing bad
little bro don’t follow in my footsteps it can get you smoked
stressing every daily i need another pote
smoove with it like a bald head
i don’t do the waves i’m a dreadhead
during burbinton reception yard i was getting fat off of jail spread
watch and see me light up like a cherry on a stogie
ice water vvs’s flooded on a gold rollie
i’m just tryna get these benefits put my brothers on from that sandbox
bullets in his body socks drenched like the red sox
black on black crime tearing up the population
mamas crying sons dying living in a world of hatred

you were saying that you love me little baby then you leave me
got youngins looking up to be me
they be posting that they miss me and the system need to free me
but they ain’t never try to feed me
you were saying that you love me little baby then you leave me
got youngins looking up to be me
they be posting that they miss me and the system needs to free me
but they ain’t never try to feed me

uncle twisting pipes my pops told me bout that dope life
then i started geeking i was sniffing on that coke white
they said i got a lost soul just hoping god could help me find it
twisting up my fingers the love i needed had a youngin blinded
robbing everything moving i was trying to get these bands
stressing for a bus no wasn’t trying go back broke again
now i’m singing in these walls just thinking ’bout the past life
all i wanted was a lamborghini and a chain with ice
sending kites, hand washing clothes instead of living life
prison ain’t the life, whipping spreads tryna get it right
for the team had a party jumping on them late nights
i was flipping burgers but ohma sorties wasn’t paying right
we k!lling on each other constantly we looking ignorant
they making more chicken off these prisons then a immigrant
heart cold like michigan, free the ones that’s innocent
free the ones that’s locked up in the cage i hope you listening

you were saying that you love me little baby then you leave me
got youngins looking up to be me
they be posting that they miss me and the system needs to free me
but they ain’t never try to feed me
you were saying that you love me little baby then you leave me
got youngins looking up to be me
they be posting that they miss me and the system needs to free me
but they ain’t never try to feed me

- san quentin mixtape

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