Intro (Glockism)

[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning
Said fuck this broke shit I gotta get me some paper
And my pride too fucking big
To ask any of my niggas for any favors
I'm tired of standing down and I’m on parole
So I ain’t tryna go back to capers
I ain’t with no 9 to 5’s, call the people ''Boss''
Putting on no kitchen apron
So I’m praying that I make it
And it’s safe to say I’m fucked up
'Cause there ain’t no need to fake it
But I’m tired of being basic
These penitentiary chances so I gotta take it
If police, they try to chase me
The judge try to find me man, the code I never break it
Don’t trust ''As-salāmu ʿalaykum''
'Cause when they greet me ''Wallahi'' I always feel the hatred
Praying that I make it
I know niggas want my life, would do anything to take it
Gotta walk my dog
I take that motherfucker places that I shouldn’t even take it
I would never write a statement
And the feds know it, they won’t get no information
Just give me my jumper, [?] send my ass to population
I was born to be a boss, and so was Lil Chris, RIP the boss (C-Diddy!)
My nigga doing 30, up the mountains ‘cause he could not beat the charge
So it’s free my nigga Ank, I’ma keep on saying shit until they free my dogs
My nigga Holly sold us off, it’s fucked up to know that nigga pussy all along
And ManMan turned to informant
Thought that he was real, he put on a good performance
Know a playa go courting, me and my niggas gon’ be living in a fortress
Smoking OG by the pound
Come in the house, smell like a nigga lit a forest
187 Manor nigga, I'm forever Maxwell and you can’t forget the Morris
Praying that I make it, damn
(I’m praying that I make it, damn)