ฟังเพลงTurn Myself In (Explicit)

Ooh

Squat made the beat

Turn me up, Josh

Ooh, Go Grizz

Ooh

W-W-W-Winner's Circle

Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ****** 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

I wish I would turn myself in before I **** 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 **** back that night

I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album

I wish I would put trust in a ***** knowin' they goin' sour

I told 'em I wish I would, I **** her in the butt, go douche

Told her put a big bag on my books,

Make sure my artist get pushed

Look up at the judge, can't look,

Stay makin' up lies for sure

I'm a 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 gave me positive vibes, to better my image for life

I turn myself in tonight, head down with these cuffs on,

Then read me my rights

Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ****** 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

I got 5 million followers, I need 5 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, not givin' them property, no,

I can't tell, that's part of the policy

If you don't **** with me, *****, then **** you,

But I show love for ****** apart of me

I went from Margielas to state shoes,

Amiri denims to jump suits

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, can't be me, I'm gangsta

Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ****** 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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ****** 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, ****** ain't really with me