Cell Block

[Gio: Verse 1]
Yeah
My mind like a cell block
I can see the bars when I’m sleepin'
Yeah we party, treat me like Atari
Playing old games as of recent (As of recent)
Boys change and the girls change while growin' up in the world’s flames
Get that dirt off my shoulder
Listen to Hova, do what I’m supposed to (Aye, aye, aye)

[Gio: Hook]
I do as I please and by any means
I’m gettin these ends (Gettin' these ends)
I pray for the evil spirits to reliеve my family and friends (Family and friends)
Who would I trust to includе in the meaning of this?
Well it really depends (Really depends)
I know at least three, they’re my guardian angels right now ('pends)
My back to the wind

[Gio: Verse 2]
I just wanna come back to reality (Don't let me go)
But my feet turn stone in the face of gravity
I’ve been battling
My self doubts, I’m stressed out
Late night trips, I’m spaced out
Wait
Alone for the night
Home for the night
Done with the hype
Man, what a price (Damn)
But I don’t give a fuck about opinions (No, no)
Straight faced tucked, man, what a difference
No one knows my inner vision
Should I open up or keep it hidden?
Throw the key away
No more conditions
No

[Gio: Hook]
I do as I please and by any means
I’m getting these ends (Gettin' these ends)
I pray for the evil spirits to relieve my family and friends (Family and friends)
Who would I trust to include in the meaning of this?
Well it really depends (Really depends)
I know at least three, they’re my guardian angels right now ('pends)
My back to the wind

[Vega Ramon: Verse 1]
My mom at the precinct
Niggas caught me sellin' reefer
And them pigs tried to charge me with a dirty nine millimeter
Not a saint but the boy framed
And now they talkin' bout cocaine
Uh
Tryna pay me in sosa
But I ain't trust ???
Please call my lawyer
Uh
I'm back on these streets, I'm gettin' to the cheese
I'm flossin' these bands (Flossin' these bands)
I'm flippin' and stackin' so much
Jiggin' up, probably cop me a Benz
Who can I trust anymore
I only got fiends and this raw
I know that they way that I'm livin' is ill
But you know my intentions is pure

[Vega Ramon: Verse 2]
Uh yeah
Now I'm facin' ten years cause I'm locked up
And then they said I could've just been a doctor
Heard my baby mama just got knocked up
Was all good a week ago
I was guap'd up
Fuck the doghouse, jail is not it
Rather be outside countin' profit
Cop, rinse, and repeat makin' knives flip
Fuckin' hoodrat hoes, that was toxic
Oh the trap life gets tragic
Hard to quit cause stuntin' is a habit
Ooh I gotta have it
Hard to leave when your life this lavish though
But motherfuck the judge, DA, and system
Straight trap remix, there's a difference
Fuck 12, I'm gon' keep on pitchin' this snow

[Gio: Hook]
I do as I please and by any means
I’m getting these ends (Gettin' these ends)
I pray for the evil spirits to relieve my family and friends (Family and friends)
Who would I trust to include in the meaning of this? (Who would I trust? Who would I trust?)
Well it really depends (Really depends)
I know at least three, they’re my guardian angels right now ('pends)
My back to the wind

[Outro]
(Gettin' these, gettin' these)