J. Maro - Fabricated
Gotta' protect my energy
Yeah they thought this time would really be the end for me
And all that shit I did, but God ain't never left a g Fabricated charges; I was fighting two felonies
Stizzy told me worry about it, "brody' let it be"
Crackas pulled up on me, threw it on me like I was selling c
I been asking God to change my life and show me better things
Maybe this a sign to make it right or this what's left for me
Damn this shit been stressin' me
Swear it would be different if I had my daughter next to me
I was in my cell thinking bout' it he was testing me
Told him If you get me out of this one I will never leave
Jesus take my soul, when I'm in heaven you'll remember me
It get harder by the day nigga
I been hustlin' since high school flippin jays' nigga
If you knew me then you know me now, shit I'm the same nigga
Took my L's right on the chin, ain't never point the blame nigga
Yeah I let it hang said I'll never tuck my chain nigga
(What the fuck)
I been smoking on the vapors
I been chasing cheese I been worried bout this paper
Got my middle finger up high screaming fuck a hater
Said I'll take it to the graveyard call me undertaker
I gotta niggas on that state yard grew up troublemakers
Know some niggas who be fake hard, let's see where they gon' take it
I would rather die before a nigga see me faking
Said they threw me in that water
Had stretch it out a nigga started with quarter
Had to figure this shit out hadda' get my shit in order
Hop inside the whip I swerve it out like Devin Porter
I might hit a BOA
Get inside the stu' and murk a beat its DOA
I dropped 5 on my lawyer said I pray he beat the case
I been dealing with this pain you can see it in my face
Know I keep it on me you can see it on my waist
Keep em at a distance gotta keep em' in they place
Once you going up swear you start to feel the hate
They don't want me blowing up They don't want me to be great
I been tryna leave the hood but they been beggin' me to stay
Gotta' protect my energy
Yeah they thought this time would really be the end for me
And all that shit I did, but God ain't never left a g Fabricated charges; I was fighting two felonies
Stizzy told me worry about it, "brody' let it be"
Crackas pulled up on me, threw it on me like I was selling c
I been asking God to change my life and show me better things
Maybe this a sign to make it right or this what's left for me
Damn this shit been stressin' me
Written by:
Jamel Amaro
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