Sick of Cells - Burna Bandz, Houdini

Crodie sick of the cell

I’m wishin' him well

Tryna break down the bell

Hope nobody don’t tell

Heart colder than February

Got some cros in the cemetery

VLONE in solitary

Jesus piece ain’t for Mary

Crodie sick of the cell

I’m wishin' him well

Tryna break down the bell

Hope nobody don’t tell

Heart colder than February

Got some cros in the cemetery

VLONE in solitary

Jesus piece ain’t for Mary

D.O.A or the ambulance

Your lil' nigga ain’t stand a chanc

Money comin' in by the grands

Designr brands from France

Gang, gang

Most of these rappers, they broke

Most of these bitches, they hoes

Bro' goin' dumb in the hole

All they be givin' is smoke

I got them bussin' in pairs

I think she swallowing my spirit

You rappin' and nobody cares

You cappin' and all of us hear it

Glock with a mop and I’m near it

And I got a Curry in from of me

Ain’t no cappin' in hurry I let it be

Don’t think she can’t handle my energy

Ain’t no cappin', I thought I be rappin' cause

I get exposed in a second, a minute

He bought a pack and then it finished

I get respect for my quickness

She like how a nigga be livin'

Condo’s and the rent if i’m spendin'

Laughin' at niggas be trickin'

This for my life I’m livin'

Crodie sick of the cell

I’m wishin' him well

Tryna break down the bell

Hope nobody don’t tell

Heart colder than February

Got some cros in the cemetery

VLONE in solitary

Jesus piece ain’t for Mary

Crodie sick of the cell

I’m wishin' him well

Tryna break down the bell

Hope nobody don’t tell

Heart colder than February

Got some cros in the cemetery

VLONE in solitary

Jesus piece ain’t for Mary

Cronem sick of them cell’s

I’m wishing him well

Bro fightin' the attempt

They keep denyin' him bail

Put a nigga in the cemetery

Don’t walk up to a wrong homie

Free GD, that’s big homie

Told Tallup «stay strong crodie»

Fiends callin' a lot

Drop dope in a pot

Them summers get hot

Better stay with that fire

Better stay of the wire

Feds raidin' the block

Got pain in my heart

Got grains in my Glock

Black mask, black gloves on me

I’m in and then I’m out neatly

These bitches wanna fuck on me

'Cause I got a lotta racks on me

Three-five make 'em back off me

They don’t wanna no smoke, homie

Don’t pull up too quick

That’s how you get swished

Crodie sick of the cell

I’m wishin' him well

Tryna break down the bell

Hope nobody don’t tell

Heart colder than February

Got some cros in the cemetery

VLONE in solitary

Jesus piece ain’t for Mary

Crodie sick of the cell

I’m wishin' him well

Tryna break down the bell

Hope nobody don’t tell

Heart colder than February

Got some cros in the cemetery

VLONE in solitary

Jesus piece ain’t for Mary