[Intro]

(HONEYWOODSIX)

[Verse 1]

I was fresh home, dead broke, still, I felt blessed (Blessed)

All my niggas gettin' money, still, I felt left (Ah)

We was buyin' light way before we went jail (Yeah)

Came home, everybody's cookin' it themself (Cookin')

In jail, told my nigga hurry, get me in the kitch' (Kitch')

In a hurry to get rich (Rich), but I can't get nicked (No)

Cah that case ain't over yet, they got me on bail (Ah)

Passport and they want assurity as well (Ah)

Sis had to pay, man, I didn't have a dime (None)

Life, I'm rеally gettin' sick of doin' crime (Yeah)

But I can't do that timе for that shit they're accusin' (No)

Hammer and a shootin' (Shootin')

There's no way that I'm losin' (No)

Bros on it too, but they got him on two (Ah)

Plus three hammers, they said one of them were used

To hit a boy (Hit a boy), I'm on tag, I'm a bit annoyed

All I'm really thinkin,' though, this case, I gotta beat (Beat)

Awaitin' trial, they said it'll take 'em several weeks (Seven)

Told my lawyer when I go to court, I better leave

We'll see

Thought of waitin' and not knowin' (Knowin')

Indictment sheet long, gotta take it in the moment (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Tell your story, but don't miss parts

I'm just paintin' pictures, man, this shit's art

You never know the ending when this shit starts

Sometimes it gets real, you gotta switch paths

Gotta do what's best, but play by the rules

Streets sellin' lies, I tried buy it all

Mummy told the truth, only see it now

When shit gets real, they won't be around

[Verse 2]

Let me take you back in time before they kicked the door (Door)

Twelve tens, three twos, or we could pick the fours (Options)

Rum's house, mummy said "Don't smoke in the room" (No)

At one stage, we all had smoke in the room (Ah)

Leavin' out, black attire, she don't understand (No)

Then couple minutes later, they heard "Bang" (Baow)

Runnin' 'round like we weren't sane in the head

So much works hot, man, we had to spray paint the ped (Switch it)

Forward to the money, I was little league (Little league)

'Til my nigga that's in jail threw a brick on me (Take it)

It was pressure, but I got it gone quick

Couple months later, gone through about six (Six)

Flew it off my brick, didn't care about the feds (No)

Plug told me pattern up and sent me down and encs

Now I order them safe (Safe), forward that flake (Forward)

Take more, probably feed about four more estates (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Tell your story, but don't miss parts

I'm just paintin' pictures, man, this shit's art

You never know the ending when this shit starts

Sometimes it gets real, you gotta switch paths

Gotta do what's best, but play by the rules

Streets sellin' lies, I tried buy it all

Mummy told the truth, only see it now

When shit gets real, they won't be around

[Outro]

Street side effects, you know, that's some real stuff right there

Feel me? You can go to jail, do mad years behind this shit

Lose your life behind this, it's real real stuff right now

The judge birdied the team, you know

Gave your boy sixteen EPP but

They say difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations

That's one statement there that I live by, you feel me?