Onefour – Welcome To Prison Lyrics (feat. Jm14 & Yp14)

[Verse 1: YP14]
(Ayy)
Mama always said, pray for the best, expect the worst
Don’t make promises if you go back on your word
If you’re doing it rock, you’ve got be willing to work
Hit a search and grab the dosh, gotta get to it first
See, I grew up in church
But I had devils in my ears saying, f**k it
Controlling my young mind like a puppet
Had me skipping school, ditchin’ satties in the alley as a youngn’
Never a boss, bruh, I was runnin’ (Ayy)
Started runnin’ bud just to get paid
Now bros got beef, I gotta run wit a blade
See my blood get got, and that’s when my heart changed
Took a couple L’s, but that’s part of the game
Live and learn, take it how it comes
And if it kicks off, brother don’t run
I was taught from young, that I’d get caught up in the system
Didn’t listen, and that’s how I got done

[Pre-Chorus: YP14]
See, I’m just tryna make a living lad, and just do me
Nah, I ain’t stopping ’til they set me free (Uhh)
We stand firm to the word FTP
Prayin’ for somebody to rescue me (Ayy)
Train hard, my brother, and stay staunch
Listen, don’t be another victim lost to the system
And you’ll be eetswa when they come to meet ya
And say my uso, Welcome to Prison (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Free my brothers in the yard and that
Can’t wait ’til they all come back, ’til they all come back
OneFour, part of the gang
2-7, where my heart is at, where my heart is at
We chop dogs too easy, got locked up too easy
And now I’m on T.V
I bet it burns ’em to see me walk
They’d rather see me between these walls (Ayy)

[Verse 2: JM14]
Yeah we should always expect the worst, hope for the best
Keep ’em close if you know they’re down for a stretch
They call us ball runners with the utmost respect
Well known in the system, there’s not much of us left
You’re also got the common snitch, biggest bitch
A dog that couldn’t take the pressure for what he did
The lowest of lowest that you can get as a crim
Have em leveled with the rest of em down in protection
Separated from the rest of us
Cause our instincts always got the best of us
Paranoid, thinking now there’s no one left to trust
Don’t get me wrong, the boys in here still don’t give a f**k
But why he’s acting sus’
Heard them fellas over there, tryna take me for an Inner spray
Eetswa, I’m just gonna chill and wait
f**k waitin’ another day
Pull up to his cell, give him hell
I want all you got
Put inside this pillowcase and don’t forget your dinner tray (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: JM14]
See, I’m just tryna make a living lad, and just do me
See, I ain’t stopping ’til they set me free
We stand firm to the word FTP
Prayin’ for somebody to rescue me (Uhh)
Train hard, my brother, and stay staunch
Listen, don’t be another victim lost to the system
Then you’ll be eetswa when they come to meet ya
And say my uso, Welcome to Prison (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Free my brothers in the yard and that
Can’t wait ’til they all come back, ’til they all come back
OneFour, part of the gang
2-7, where my heart is at, where my heart is at
We chop dogs too easy, got locked up too easy
And now I’m on T.V
I bet it burns em to see me walk
They’d rather see me in between these walls (Ayy)

Shoreline Mafia – Bathing Ape Lyrics

[Intro: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes (On my clothes)
I get face, from all these hoes (All these hoes)
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours (Pourin’ fours)
In the spot, you know we tote them
Ron-Ron, do that shit
AceTheFace

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 1: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, I rock FTP ski
BB belt, ain’t no way you can’t see me
Drip so hard, all these niggas wanna be me
I don’t got time, don’t care you wanna see me
She a ho but she giving out them freebies
See them 304’s don’t do that shit to me, see
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I’m rated R, just bought a car
She like, “Who you think you is?” Bitch, I’m a star
Stuck off a bar, higher than Mars
Told a nigga pull up but I said, “You kinda far”
I can serve the cocaine, I can serve the tar
But them pressed pills, that’s what got a nigga far
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Damn, the plug walked in and it’s me, nigga
Swear I got enough bread to eat for three niggas
We ain’t fuckin’ ‘less this bitch gon’ bring a fee with her
I’ll be screamin’, “Free my niggas,” ’til they free nigga
I’m a dopeboy, I stack money from the floor, boy
Oh boy, caught this nigga at the store, boy
I poured a four then scraped the bowl, I’m tryna get all the extras
I’ma get her off the molly, keep it real, she a tester
I’ma go and hit the stove, I cook it up like professors
When I pour it out the pint you know I don’t have to measure
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I ain’t feelin’ the pressure
I’ma send another note, I picked it up and went neck-up
Niggas wanna beef, to keep it real, it’s whatever
Niggas wanna slide, I hope you came with some extras
I’ma fuck his bitch, but it’s for money, no pleasure
Baby, wash your hands, this is Burberry leather

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

$UICIDEBOY$ – 122 Days Lyrics

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Uh, grew up on making fucking robo noise
I came, I destroy, aye
Sold out shows ’round the globe twice know I feel like a fucking viceroy, aye (I do)
Never say die, I do whatever drug, I always enter the void
But this time when I die make sure I’m buried in FTP corduroy
$uicideboy$
Most avoided, most ignored
I like the rolls down from before (I do)
Who am I, Froyd?
I’m not who I thought I was anymore

[Refrain: RUBY DA CHERRY]
I’m not, like you
I’m not, like you
I don’t want the life in hell (I’m not)
I don’t want no wife and kids (like you)
I don’t want to die in this (I’m not)
All the things they said around me (like you)
I don’t want the life in hell (I’m not)
I don’t want no fucking kids (like you)
I don’t want to die in hell (I’m not)
All the things they said around me (like you)
I don’t want the life in hell (I’m not)
I don’t want no fucking kids (like you)
I don’t want to die in this (I’m not)
All the things they said around me (like you)

[Verse 2: $LICK SLOTH]
Ask me if I’m happy, stupid motherfucking question (hold up)
No pity needed finding women; I was seven
Was sad then
Running drugs up on my bike
You know I had a weapon
And then drugs became my obsession
Nobody can say they gave me a fucking thing
Got in front of money, I’m a G-O-D, hold up
Born south side west, banging living legend
Revive your Christ, this your fucking day, right
Northside Shawty off the porch
Sippin’ dip, let’s see
Wanna quit, life overrated and shit
Everyday eating sticks, gotta wash it down
And when I wash it down, you know where this with (bitch)

[Refrain: $LICK $LOTH]
I just want some happiness
To live a normal life again (ah)
Slip right into nothing
Talk with my cousin, like he actually my cousin (I said)
I just want some happiness
Live a normal life again (ah)
Slip right into nothing
Talk to my cousin, like he actually my cousin

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Pouya & Fat Nick – Torch (Drop Out Of School Album)

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Drink a pint a night, so all my nightmares getting worse
Pussy boy don’t want it man, this uzi dick gon’ burst
Triple six forever be my lonely soul is cursed
And I’m only gettin’ money swervin’ Porsches on the road
Bitches are twisted, keep [?]
I love when a bitch I don’t know in the game
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] vacant
No fuck bitch I owe you no payments
For the sure, till’ there’s blood in the pavement

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Verse 2: Pouya]
She told me to go to hell, I told her I’m already on my way over there
Ain’t nobody care
Keep a gun on me cause life ain’t fair, I swear
These hoes wanna get to my share
Got cash on me, I’m no square
Underground Underdog, better beware when I geeked on these rappers right under their chair
Fuck you and yo mama bitch
I cannot relate little bitch
I’m sick of these faces, bitch
Everyone wanna be famous, bitch
FTP, bitch, suck my dick
Fuck around, get hit with the stick
Underground Underdog run around with a gun deep in my drawers

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

Pouya & Fat Nick – Torch

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Drink a pint a night, so all my nightmares getting worse
Pussy boy don’t want it man, this uzi dick gon’ burst
Triple six forever be my lonely soul is cursed
And I’m only gettin’ money swervin’ Porsches on the road
Bitches are twisted, keep [?]
I love when a bitch I don’t know in the game
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] vacant
No fuck bitch I owe you no payments
For the sure, till’ there’s blood in the pavement

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Verse 2: Pouya]
She told me to go to hell, I told her I’m already on my way over there
Ain’t nobody care
Keep a gun on me cause life ain’t fair, I swear
These hoes wanna get to my share
Got cash on me, I’m no square
Underground Underdog, better beware when I geeked on these rappers right under their chair
Fuck you and yo mama bitch
I cannot relate little bitch
I’m sick of these faces, bitch
Everyone wanna be famous, bitch
FTP, bitch, suck my dick
Fuck around, get hit with the stick
Underground Underdog run around with a gun deep in my drawers

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours