FLAKKA
๐ต 2076 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:32 duration
๐ ID: 30740111
๐ Lyrics
(Whoo Kid)
(Conductor)
Why the judge tryna make a nigga suffer?
15, but I'm 17, what a crazy deal
Dinner tray full of green liver, what a crazy meal
Imagine bein' Black in a cell
And right down the block is where the Aryans dwell
And you ain't got 500K for the bail
And you are not the one that like to play show and tell
Fuck a sentence, they gave me paragraphs
Coppin' flakka from eses to make the time pass
I tried K2 on my B-Day
And smoked it really slow to make the high last
Don't know when parole about to hit
Startin' to lose my mind, this close to poppin' shit
But I really am the opposite
I'm the cell block's finest
This ain't rocket science
It's more like a rocket with a silence
Damn, let's avoid violence
They got me in the right place with the wrong timin'
A clique full of criminals, iron sharp and iron
Survival is a homemade shank in either hand
Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan
Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam
With no pussy in over a decade, damn (man)
Damn, here we go again
Thought I'd never see the county jail once more
But now I'm back in another cell block door
This time upstate, more commissary, but they don't sell no cupcakes
All from a mistake, I must say
I must've got a lil' taste of freedom, but they got me right back in this place
Same niggas from last time is still tryna pass time
God, how am I back? I gotta ask why we all turned religious when this shit hit the fan
I was contemplatin' flippin' through the Quran
Felt like I was Moses when I flipped through the Bible
Prayin' that my celly never turn turned to a rival
Had to keep the iron like the tip of the Eiffel
I pray that he don't sing like American Idol
This ain't rocket science
It's more like a rocket with a silence
Damn, let's avoid violence
They got me in the right place with the wrong timin'
A clique full of criminals, iron sharp and iron
Survival is a homemade shank in either hand
Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan
Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam
With no pussy in over a decade, damn
(Conductor)
Why the judge tryna make a nigga suffer?
15, but I'm 17, what a crazy deal
Dinner tray full of green liver, what a crazy meal
Imagine bein' Black in a cell
And right down the block is where the Aryans dwell
And you ain't got 500K for the bail
And you are not the one that like to play show and tell
Fuck a sentence, they gave me paragraphs
Coppin' flakka from eses to make the time pass
I tried K2 on my B-Day
And smoked it really slow to make the high last
Don't know when parole about to hit
Startin' to lose my mind, this close to poppin' shit
But I really am the opposite
I'm the cell block's finest
This ain't rocket science
It's more like a rocket with a silence
Damn, let's avoid violence
They got me in the right place with the wrong timin'
A clique full of criminals, iron sharp and iron
Survival is a homemade shank in either hand
Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan
Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam
With no pussy in over a decade, damn (man)
Damn, here we go again
Thought I'd never see the county jail once more
But now I'm back in another cell block door
This time upstate, more commissary, but they don't sell no cupcakes
All from a mistake, I must say
I must've got a lil' taste of freedom, but they got me right back in this place
Same niggas from last time is still tryna pass time
God, how am I back? I gotta ask why we all turned religious when this shit hit the fan
I was contemplatin' flippin' through the Quran
Felt like I was Moses when I flipped through the Bible
Prayin' that my celly never turn turned to a rival
Had to keep the iron like the tip of the Eiffel
I pray that he don't sing like American Idol
This ain't rocket science
It's more like a rocket with a silence
Damn, let's avoid violence
They got me in the right place with the wrong timin'
A clique full of criminals, iron sharp and iron
Survival is a homemade shank in either hand
Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan
Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam
With no pussy in over a decade, damn
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.63] (Whoo Kid)
[00:13.19] (Conductor)
[00:14.57] Why the judge tryna make a nigga suffer?
[00:16.83] 15, but I'm 17, what a crazy deal
[00:19.88] Dinner tray full of green liver, what a crazy meal
[00:22.62] Imagine bein' Black in a cell
[00:25.16] And right down the block is where the Aryans dwell
[00:28.11] And you ain't got 500K for the bail
[00:31.18] And you are not the one that like to play show and tell
[00:34.24] Fuck a sentence, they gave me paragraphs
[00:37.06] Coppin' flakka from eses to make the time pass
[00:39.77] I tried K2 on my B-Day
[00:42.61] And smoked it really slow to make the high last
[00:45.90] Don't know when parole about to hit
[00:48.13] Startin' to lose my mind, this close to poppin' shit
[00:50.72] But I really am the opposite
[00:53.88] I'm the cell block's finest
[00:57.42] This ain't rocket science
[00:58.44] It's more like a rocket with a silence
[01:00.64] Damn, let's avoid violence
[01:02.54] They got me in the right place with the wrong timin'
[01:05.39] A clique full of criminals, iron sharp and iron
[01:08.40] Survival is a homemade shank in either hand
[01:11.20] Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan
[01:13.97] Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam
[01:17.16] With no pussy in over a decade, damn (man)
[01:20.43] Damn, here we go again
[01:25.45] Thought I'd never see the county jail once more
[01:28.04] But now I'm back in another cell block door
[01:31.02] This time upstate, more commissary, but they don't sell no cupcakes
[01:35.38] All from a mistake, I must say
[01:38.09] I must've got a lil' taste of freedom, but they got me right back in this place
[01:42.70] Same niggas from last time is still tryna pass time
[01:45.14] God, how am I back? I gotta ask why we all turned religious when this shit hit the fan
[01:50.91] I was contemplatin' flippin' through the Quran
[01:54.07] Felt like I was Moses when I flipped through the Bible
[01:56.57] Prayin' that my celly never turn turned to a rival
[01:59.38] Had to keep the iron like the tip of the Eiffel
[02:02.67] I pray that he don't sing like American Idol
[02:05.44] This ain't rocket science
[02:07.51] It's more like a rocket with a silence
[02:10.04] Damn, let's avoid violence
[02:13.41] They got me in the right place with the wrong timin'
[02:15.33] A clique full of criminals, iron sharp and iron
[02:18.04] Survival is a homemade shank in either hand
[02:20.65] Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan
[02:23.94] Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam
[02:26.01] With no pussy in over a decade, damn
[02:28.56]
[00:13.19] (Conductor)
[00:14.57] Why the judge tryna make a nigga suffer?
[00:16.83] 15, but I'm 17, what a crazy deal
[00:19.88] Dinner tray full of green liver, what a crazy meal
[00:22.62] Imagine bein' Black in a cell
[00:25.16] And right down the block is where the Aryans dwell
[00:28.11] And you ain't got 500K for the bail
[00:31.18] And you are not the one that like to play show and tell
[00:34.24] Fuck a sentence, they gave me paragraphs
[00:37.06] Coppin' flakka from eses to make the time pass
[00:39.77] I tried K2 on my B-Day
[00:42.61] And smoked it really slow to make the high last
[00:45.90] Don't know when parole about to hit
[00:48.13] Startin' to lose my mind, this close to poppin' shit
[00:50.72] But I really am the opposite
[00:53.88] I'm the cell block's finest
[00:57.42] This ain't rocket science
[00:58.44] It's more like a rocket with a silence
[01:00.64] Damn, let's avoid violence
[01:02.54] They got me in the right place with the wrong timin'
[01:05.39] A clique full of criminals, iron sharp and iron
[01:08.40] Survival is a homemade shank in either hand
[01:11.20] Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan
[01:13.97] Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam
[01:17.16] With no pussy in over a decade, damn (man)
[01:20.43] Damn, here we go again
[01:25.45] Thought I'd never see the county jail once more
[01:28.04] But now I'm back in another cell block door
[01:31.02] This time upstate, more commissary, but they don't sell no cupcakes
[01:35.38] All from a mistake, I must say
[01:38.09] I must've got a lil' taste of freedom, but they got me right back in this place
[01:42.70] Same niggas from last time is still tryna pass time
[01:45.14] God, how am I back? I gotta ask why we all turned religious when this shit hit the fan
[01:50.91] I was contemplatin' flippin' through the Quran
[01:54.07] Felt like I was Moses when I flipped through the Bible
[01:56.57] Prayin' that my celly never turn turned to a rival
[01:59.38] Had to keep the iron like the tip of the Eiffel
[02:02.67] I pray that he don't sing like American Idol
[02:05.44] This ain't rocket science
[02:07.51] It's more like a rocket with a silence
[02:10.04] Damn, let's avoid violence
[02:13.41] They got me in the right place with the wrong timin'
[02:15.33] A clique full of criminals, iron sharp and iron
[02:18.04] Survival is a homemade shank in either hand
[02:20.65] Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan
[02:23.94] Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam
[02:26.01] With no pussy in over a decade, damn
[02:28.56]