Turn Myself In

[Intro]
(Squat made the beat)
(Turn me up, Josh)
(Go Grizz)
(Winners Circle)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh-oh-oh

[Verse 1]
I wish I would turn myself in before I fuck one last time
I wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one pint
I wish I would turn myself in without kissin' my kids, no, it ain't right
I wish I would turn myself in without playin' that shit back that night
I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album
I wish I would put trust in a nigga knowin' they goin' sour
I told 'em I wish I would, I fuck her in the butt, go douche
Told 'em put a big bag on my books, make sure my artist get pushed
Look up at the judge, can't look, state makin' up lies for sure
I'm an innocent man for sure, it is what it is for sure
Nobody gon' ride, had a warrant, so I can't hide
India gon' stay by my side, I did a song with Chance tonight
He givin' positive vibes to better my image for life
I turn myself in tonight, head down with these 'cuffs on, just read me my rights

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh-oh-oh

[Verse 2]
I got five million followers, I need five million dollars
I scream, "Free Melly," from my cell even though they ain't got 'em
Mmm, free Von, free Zoo, even though they got the same problem
Mmm, false accusation, why they name droppin'?
They wanna know if I'm rappin' or robbin', takin' these drugs for family problems
I get a call, I call my mama, mmm, I'm sorry
I get a bond, I'm givin' 'em property, no, I can't tell, that's part of the policy
If you don't fuck with me, nigga, then fuck you, but I show love for niggas a part of me
I went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jumpsuits
Locked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt you
No PC, commissary and receipts, fan mail, I gotta reread
New rappers wanna be me, can't be me, I'm gangster

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me