"Phone Calls" lyrics
(Yo, Mazza L20, love me or hate me)
Life's bigger than jail cells and phone calls
Had to bang up beside the cell before the roll call
Fell out over petty shit with people now we don't talk
All because of this and that, this and that and so forth
F got shot and they was telling him he won't walk
Oh Lord, life's been cold like a snowboard
Free Ste G, waiting on parole boards
Times I was stressed and depressed, I was so bored
Problems, they just get bigger like a snowball
I was in a cell watching box sets, snowfall
And I can tell you bout my life and what I'm known for
And I can tell you but you'd probably get upset
But my life's been a mess, I've got mates doing recs
Got bullets in my body, got pain in my chest
Million pound dreams but my life's been a test
I was under arrest, free Ste fuck the rest
Head shot fuck a vest, from his face to his neck
Fuck you're indirects, tell them say it with a chest
I get pissed off sometimes I get stressed
I don't never sleep, mum said I need rest
Cause I'm holding a grudge that I need to forget
I've still got people that I need to protect
I'll make man drip, I don't need to protect
Heads gone from them years of neglect
They was blanking my calls but was reading my texts
And I know how it gets I don't to reflect
I've seen **** get shot and seen him bleed from his legs
He got shot, I had a dream I was next
Woke up, done a zoot just to deal with the stress
Been shot, been snaked, bro I've been to the edge
MP5 with a beam and it's red
Bro they put me in strip cells, freezing to death
You could see it when I'm breathing the breath
I have cuts on my wrists from the handcuffs
The country was on lockdown, we was on bang up
Couldn't get a visit with my mother when she rang up
23 and 1, they the hours I was banged up
I started rapping so that people understand us
They just read the bullshit in the paper when they slammed us
I've got a family but to them I'm a criminal
They just class me as a number now not individual
Precisional, when we send shots fuck subliminals
Smoking on a zoot before we ride it's like a ritual
You've never had to ride and had to smoke an individual
Visits to the graveyard got me feeling spiritual
Visits to the graveyard got me feeling spiritual
(Life's bigger than jail cells and phone calls
Had to bang up beside the cell before the roll call
Fell out over petty shit with people now we don't talk
All because of this and that, this and that and so forth
F got shot and they was telling him he won't walk
Oh Lord, life's been cold like a snowboard
Free Ste G, waiting on parole boards
Times I was stressed and depressed, I was so bored)
Life's bigger than jail cells and phone calls
Had to bang up beside the cell before the roll call
Fell out over petty shit with people now we don't talk
All because of this and that, this and that and so forth
F got shot and they was telling him he won't walk
Oh Lord, life's been cold like a snowboard
Free Ste G, waiting on parole boards
Times I was stressed and depressed, I was so bored
Problems, they just get bigger like a snowball
I was in a cell watching box sets, snowfall
And I can tell you bout my life and what I'm known for
And I can tell you but you'd probably get upset
But my life's been a mess, I've got mates doing recs
Got bullets in my body, got pain in my chest
Million pound dreams but my life's been a test
I was under arrest, free Ste fuck the rest
Head shot fuck a vest, from his face to his neck
Fuck you're indirects, tell them say it with a chest
I get pissed off sometimes I get stressed
I don't never sleep, mum said I need rest
Cause I'm holding a grudge that I need to forget
I've still got people that I need to protect
I'll make man drip, I don't need to protect
Heads gone from them years of neglect
They was blanking my calls but was reading my texts
And I know how it gets I don't to reflect
I've seen **** get shot and seen him bleed from his legs
He got shot, I had a dream I was next
Woke up, done a zoot just to deal with the stress
Been shot, been snaked, bro I've been to the edge
MP5 with a beam and it's red
Bro they put me in strip cells, freezing to death
You could see it when I'm breathing the breath
I have cuts on my wrists from the handcuffs
The country was on lockdown, we was on bang up
Couldn't get a visit with my mother when she rang up
23 and 1, they the hours I was banged up
I started rapping so that people understand us
They just read the bullshit in the paper when they slammed us
I've got a family but to them I'm a criminal
They just class me as a number now not individual
Precisional, when we send shots fuck subliminals
Smoking on a zoot before we ride it's like a ritual
You've never had to ride and had to smoke an individual
Visits to the graveyard got me feeling spiritual
Visits to the graveyard got me feeling spiritual
(Life's bigger than jail cells and phone calls
Had to bang up beside the cell before the roll call
Fell out over petty shit with people now we don't talk
All because of this and that, this and that and so forth
F got shot and they was telling him he won't walk
Oh Lord, life's been cold like a snowboard
Free Ste G, waiting on parole boards
Times I was stressed and depressed, I was so bored)
