Wind Blow - Deniro Farrar

Get my papers ready for the drought

Trying to make a route

Riding with a stap make a niggers want to take me out

Yea where i’m from niggers dont really make it out

I am wishing i was free like when the breeze blow

And I’m just another lion in the jungle

Gun fights and rumble

I bust my own color s

And i know from when niggers dont make it out

Yea i wishing i was free like when wind blow

Mother fuck my PO finger to the CO

You asking me for dick for hitting niggers with the rico

Noodles mixed with cheetos can i get some burritos

Commissary stay straight shout out to my boy rico

Thugging with some niggers they really were my niggers

They wrote things on me the plots got thicker

I redo my motion confused feeling hopeless

These accusations bogus they lying and they know it

These niggers stress the truth like pilates or aerobics

Just to save there own ass because they don’t want to take the fall

Like a motherfucking man so they snitched on their dog

Bitches around you when you ballin they always leave when you fall

I don’t need no new friends bitches i fucked them all

Recorded on my Iphone and showed to my fucking dogs

Jail ain’t no place to be niggers snitching like its cool

It’s here men for themselves these niggers out here breaking rules

I wish i was free cause we slaves only street

Been harassed by these cops for having gold on our teeth

Niggers want to take my life that’s why i’m riding with the heat

That’s why i have the blood of Jesus

I know he watching over me

Should i fear no man but God even though he ain’t a man

I ain’t backing down from sheit you niggers bleed like i care

Young niggers choppers bought my city like iran

But we hustle just to eat fuck you if you disagree

Hustling in the drought trying to make a route

Grind strap banking niggers want to take me out oh yeah

Cause where i’m from they hope niggers don’t make it out

Yeah wishing i was free like when wind blows

And i’m just another lion in the jungle

Gun fights and rumbles i lost my own color

And you know from when niggers dont make it out

I am wishing i was free like when wind blows

Fist fights and drama ghetto baby mama’s

Knocked up with no purpose sex without no condoms

Mass full of robbers they kids needs christmas

I’m getting scared of these murders i maybe another victim

These niggers in the system the judge trying to leach them

So free my brother too cause Lord knows i miss him

The police kill mi nigger they though he had a pistol

My niece starting to get noticed starting to look like my sister

My heart getting colder i’m starting to lose all my feelings

Fuck the mother of my kids but i take care of my children

I focus on my craft and now my better half

Two bitches want me my nigger do the math

My granny in the hood i’m trying to move her out

So she can see the world and i bought my momma that house

And saved to make advance to buy my brother out

So he can be free like when the wind blows

My paper ready for the drought trying

Trying to make a route

Riding with a stap make a nigger want to take me out

Yea where i’m from niggers dont really make it out

I am wishing i was free like when the breeze blow

And i’m just another lion in the jungle

Gun fights and rumbles

I bust my own color

And i know from when niggers dont make it out

Yea i wishing i was free like when wind blow