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Directed by: LoneWolf
Produced by: KC Supreme, Taz Taylor, MjNichols
Mixed & Mastered by: Young Era

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Lyrics:
Intro:
Know what I been going through lately
Sometimes I get depressed I might overeat, I might not eat, sometimes I get to buying shit that I don’t even need, clothes that I’m never gon’ wear, I get to entertaining old relationships and shit.
Chorus:
Real ones
Know the shoes
That I walk in
Had to make it out
I had no option (yeah)
Hit the cell or
The block or
The coffin (oh)
Had to make it out
I had no option
Lock me up
And throw away the key (key)
They don’t care about a nigga like me
(nigga like me)
So I stack it up, I got this shit poppin (I got this shit poppin) Had to make it out
I had no option (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I had just finished a prison stench
Without the presumption of innocence
The system gon’ look at me different
When I’m only trying to do something legitimate My children been mad at they mothers
‘Like when is our daddy coming home’
We video visit on FaceTime
But they like 1000 miles away
[Bridge]
Christian Louboutin (Christian Louboutin) I got my spikes on now
Fall off in the morning
Look like girls gone wild (wild)
[Verse 2]
I’m in chiraq and you know how I’m living
I wanna know if it’s a dangerous city
I’m still tryna see who the fuck I offended When all that I did was got caught with a pistol Cheif of parole was a black man
Or in better words
Another nigga
You know you lied on me on the stand I’m still tryna see what I did (did)
Went to trial in federal court
Knowing I was gon’ lose (gon’ lose) Even when the verdict got rendered
I still would be a bread winner
Chorus:
Real ones
Know the shoes
That I walk in (woah)
Had to make it out
I had no option (yeah)
Hit the cell or
The block or
The coffin (oh)
Had to make it out
I had no option
Lock me up
And throw away the key (key)
They don’t care about a nigga like me
(nigga like me)
So I stack it up, I got this shit poppin (I got this shit poppin) Had to make it out
I had no option (yeah)
[Verse 3]
I thought when I got out of jail in Florida
I wouldn’t sit in a cell again
Broke the lil promise I made to my daughter
That I wouldn’t put her through hell again
The man in the mirror looked at me and whispered ‘You gotta get better control of your business (Business)
Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer
The people who suffer the most are your children’ Lil baby here from Houston
Got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body until the lights

Go down (go down)
Up any circumstance in my section
Im labeled a shooter
People that don’t even know me
So how in fuck they controlling my future
All of the people who matter be smiling
I know that they proud of me
Holding it down up the road in the pen Everybody that doubted me
Lil baby here from Houston got my ice on now Lick on her lil body till the lights go down
Chorus:
Real ones
Know the shoes
That I walk in (woah)
Had to make it out
I had no option (yeah)
Hit the cell or
The block or
The coffin (oh)
Had to make it out
I had no option
Lock me up
And throw away the key (key)
They don’t care about a nigga like me
(nigga like me)
So I stack it up, I got this shit poppin (I got this shit poppin) Had to make it out
I had no option (yeah, yeah, yeeah)
Outro:
And the lights go down
You know sometimes
I i i get depressed you know
when I can’t move and I
I might get on instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch That I used to fuck with now
Fly a baby in from Houston
Got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body till the lights go down
Until the lights go down (yeah)
Hahahaha raw keep that