12.5

[Intro]
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers
Traphouse Mob
They don't want me on the wing with Twin, they flagged that down as security risk
Yoz, what you tellin' us?
Let's be real, think I'd risk it all for fifteen bills?

[Verse]
Circo bus to the ville, same day I'm security shipped
They don't want me on the wing with Twin, they flagged that down as security risk
Six week trial, witness lying in court, now the jury thinks I'm sick
They said bad character, played my vids in court and said I'm the Prince of the 6
Let's be real, think I'd risk it all for fifteen bills?
Fifteen bills I spend on petty, fifteen bills can't buy my grills
Sip my tea, still I'm calm, kidnap, torture, firearms
Silent room when the evidence came, legal paper stuck to my palm
Solicitor said it's hard to say, he don't really think I'll buss this case
We caught him out on several lies, I see the look on the jury's face
They set a man up to fail, true greatness will always prevail
I did not once apply for bail cah I knew deep down I was heading to jail
Life when it hits you fast, lost in thought while I chill on a twos
Reading statements up in my cell, pissed cah I know that none of it's true
They probably don't care if I get lifed off, truth is I got a lot to lose
They think I'm mad and a psychopath but they couldn't even live one day in my shoes
Prosecution wants me gone, they don't even care if I'm right or wrong
Witness scared to snitch in court so he video linked just singing songs
I plead guilty, it's long, pain in my heart even though I'm strong
Prosecution still offered no deal and that's when I knew that now it's on
My name holds weight in every jail, man know I'm patterned
I'm waiting on the call from the jury, I got the call, let's see what happen
I buss three firearms, I laughed, the prosecution looked shattered
But the judge still gave man twelve and a half in the can and that's what mattered
H got bagged with skengs, that's five waps to be precise
Niggas in jail don't wanna get robbed so they give me their food, just tryna be nice
I paid a cost to be the boss, yo, it's nuttin', just name your price
Twin just hit up free flow, now I'm hearing a opp got sliced
His jewels got robbed like months ago and he didn't say shit
Now I'm in jail and his bredrin's gassed him so he's out 'ere writing scripts
I do what I want and that's why man's jewels got robbed
And if I want, I'll get man blazed, on gods
Young Dizz, I'm the prince of the 6, I gotta make sure that no one forgot
It ain't nuttin' to get man dropped, Smith & Wesson still get cocked
Phone up [?] and Castro, he'll go 'round there and tape that off
Tiny Dizz just done that booting, now he's in jail just baking off
These feds were moving hungry, I can't believe they bugged my whip
Me and Twin was talking loose, we was talkin' 'bout beef and brand new sticks
I went to trial and buss that case, I live this life, I don't pretend
That yute ain't shed no blood, no way he can call himself my friend
Little man ran off with the pack, what was he thinking? He must've been frassed
It didn't take long for a drop, three hours later, the yute got napped
Tied him up to a chair, rusty Mossberg up in his mouth
Boiling water all on his face, how do you think that I caught this case?

[Outro]
Yoz, what you tellin' us?