Bars from Prison Freestyle by MLBRN Lyrics
[Intro]
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[Intro: Big C]
Doing lad!
It's ya boy Big C
Shout out to all my brotherhood brothers out there
And free all the uso's up in *???* Eshayy!
[Intro: MLBRN]
Ayy
Free Teddy, free Hayds, free my uso Rome
All the boys in the yard
Ayy (Nastylgia)
[Verse 1: MLBRN]
See when I put my mic down, I had to pick my bally up (Oath)
Want a conversation with me, had to turn your celly off
My mum's watchin' the news so I try to turn the telly off (True)
It was just in case she see my face from the hеlicops
See, I never use to bе like this (Nah!)
This shit ripped my family up (Fuckin' Oath)
Barely see my kids and data (Aye)
That was all that daddy's got
And I got nothin' to lose (Nah)
Let's meet up at the Cranny shops
Say they never buckle, watch 'em wobble like a jelly shot (Haha)
Wasn't tryin' to be no hard cunt if I'm being honest (Sorry)
Said I'll never be this way but had to break that promise (Facts)
Fuck it can you blame em' man they're struggling for the longest (Ayy, ayy)
'Cause being a good cunt couldn't put stacks up in our pockets
They talkin' like they in the streets, tell you now they wasn't
Me and my brothers worked that 9-5, was out all night and lost it (Lost it)
'Cause we was workin' OT on that corner makin' profit (Cha-ching)
Now we lurk around my house (Ayy)
Find the fuckin' dogs who shot it
Told my brothers I got it (Got it)
Told my mum I'll be back
But if I ain't then mum don't wait (Don't wait)
I'm either knocked or copped a wack (Wack)
Now I'm finally out on bail, foreign bought when I'm back (for real)
'Cause only time I did the runnings with ball were from the jacks, my brother
Where I'm from, every second person's flippin' packs my brother
Was makin' a killin' movin' this and that, my brother
Oath, I'm iffy bout them cunts, tell me, "Relax, my brother"
'Cause if they movin' in the 7, that's tax my brother, word
They all know it (Know it)
Couple hours and I sold it (Aye)
Writing letter to my usos, the only times I folded
While they splash it on the crib, see I was livin' out a Holden
When I said I'm from the bottom, it's the lowest (Lowest)
Yellin' out, "Free my coeys, my brothers stuck in the yard (Free em)
Teddy, Hayds, Nath, my celly still movin'", shhh (Free em)
Jersey, Gops, Brooksy, all of em' doin' hard (Ayy, ayy)
Claim, Roam, Masi A, but I'll never forget the laughs
Was movin' small at the start, but slowly turn into bricks (Facts)
Got a shank up in your celly, you ain't hard bro you a bitch (Ayy)
We use to stamp em' for more, and so we stamp them for kicks
Nike wasn't the only one who was giving tiks
Writing down on a list, cuzzo, this life a risk
Hear 'em rappin' bout a life that I know that they never lived
So how you takin' credit, for somethin' you never did
All of you airraiders, just as low as the pigs
I'm hearin' all of my opps made amends
And they said I was pretend
You writin' raps with your pen
We doin' laps in the pen (Ayy, ayy)
That's the difference, never catch me relaxin' again (Nah)
Keep that same energy you have with your friends
Bars from prison, ayy!
*This phone call has originated from an inmate at the Port Philip prison. It is subject to monitoring and recording. It is unlawful for this call to be re-directed or be part of a conference call. If you do not wish to accept this call, hang up now. If you understand the provisions of this call, please continue....
[Intro: Big C]
Doing lad!
It's ya boy Big C
Shout out to all my brotherhood brothers out there
And free all the uso's up in *???* Eshayy!
[Intro: MLBRN]
Ayy
Free Teddy, free Hayds, free my uso Rome
All the boys in the yard
Ayy (Nastylgia)
[Verse 1: MLBRN]
See when I put my mic down, I had to pick my bally up (Oath)
Want a conversation with me, had to turn your celly off
My mum's watchin' the news so I try to turn the telly off (True)
It was just in case she see my face from the hеlicops
See, I never use to bе like this (Nah!)
This shit ripped my family up (Fuckin' Oath)
Barely see my kids and data (Aye)
That was all that daddy's got
And I got nothin' to lose (Nah)
Let's meet up at the Cranny shops
Say they never buckle, watch 'em wobble like a jelly shot (Haha)
Wasn't tryin' to be no hard cunt if I'm being honest (Sorry)
Said I'll never be this way but had to break that promise (Facts)
Fuck it can you blame em' man they're struggling for the longest (Ayy, ayy)
'Cause being a good cunt couldn't put stacks up in our pockets
They talkin' like they in the streets, tell you now they wasn't
Me and my brothers worked that 9-5, was out all night and lost it (Lost it)
'Cause we was workin' OT on that corner makin' profit (Cha-ching)
Now we lurk around my house (Ayy)
Find the fuckin' dogs who shot it
Told my brothers I got it (Got it)
Told my mum I'll be back
But if I ain't then mum don't wait (Don't wait)
I'm either knocked or copped a wack (Wack)
Now I'm finally out on bail, foreign bought when I'm back (for real)
'Cause only time I did the runnings with ball were from the jacks, my brother
Where I'm from, every second person's flippin' packs my brother
Was makin' a killin' movin' this and that, my brother
Oath, I'm iffy bout them cunts, tell me, "Relax, my brother"
'Cause if they movin' in the 7, that's tax my brother, word
They all know it (Know it)
Couple hours and I sold it (Aye)
Writing letter to my usos, the only times I folded
While they splash it on the crib, see I was livin' out a Holden
When I said I'm from the bottom, it's the lowest (Lowest)
Yellin' out, "Free my coeys, my brothers stuck in the yard (Free em)
Teddy, Hayds, Nath, my celly still movin'", shhh (Free em)
Jersey, Gops, Brooksy, all of em' doin' hard (Ayy, ayy)
Claim, Roam, Masi A, but I'll never forget the laughs
Was movin' small at the start, but slowly turn into bricks (Facts)
Got a shank up in your celly, you ain't hard bro you a bitch (Ayy)
We use to stamp em' for more, and so we stamp them for kicks
Nike wasn't the only one who was giving tiks
Writing down on a list, cuzzo, this life a risk
Hear 'em rappin' bout a life that I know that they never lived
So how you takin' credit, for somethin' you never did
All of you airraiders, just as low as the pigs
I'm hearin' all of my opps made amends
And they said I was pretend
You writin' raps with your pen
We doin' laps in the pen (Ayy, ayy)
That's the difference, never catch me relaxin' again (Nah)
Keep that same energy you have with your friends
Bars from prison, ayy!