Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Cellout’ by 03 Greedo. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 03 Greedo or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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I eliminate
Ayy, ayy
Yeah
So much work keep weighing, think the scale off
Niggas out here broke, steady fakin’ like they well off
Don’t let me go to jail and then get out and heard you fell off
I’ma peel these calendars inside the dirty cell off
I ain’t gon’ sell out, knock this time inside the cell out
I ain’t gon’ sell out, knock this time inside the cell out
I ain’t gon’ sell out, knock this time inside the cell out
Rich nigga, bitch, how many times I bail out?
First off, better not try to f*ck my bitch, ayy, ayy
Second off, you better not disrespect my kid, ayy, ayy
Third off, you better go check on my mama, ayy, ayy
Fourth off, just send me books, don’t need no dollars, ayy, ayy
Living legend when I step out to the yard, ayy, ayy
Rich nigga but I’m pullin’ niggas’ cards, ayy, ayy
I got Spotify money on my books, ayy, ayy
I’m a Baby Loc Crip, I’m a crook, ayy, ayy
And my daddy was a Crip who ran with Tookie, ayy
So you know it’s in my blood how I look, yeah, ayy
I ain’t never been a snitch, check my paperwork
I’m on IMO in prison, bitch, make it twerk, ayy
She gon’ show me everything in that video, ayy
Told her show that pussy, man, give her titty show, ayy
Bitch, I’m the first, I’m original
Flip me on my back, guarantee you see my city, hoe
So much work keep weighing, think the scale off
Niggas out here broke, steady fakin’ like they well off
Don’t let me go to jail and then get out and heard you fell off
I’ma peel these calendars inside the dirty cell off
I ain’t gon’ sell out, knock this time inside the cell out
I ain’t gon’ sell out, knock this time inside the cell out
I ain’t gon’ sell out, knock this time inside the cell out
Rich nigga, bitch, how many times I bail out?
I just got off tour, sold out shows, hoe (woo)
I can’t have no sellouts in my photos (in my photos)
I was sellin’ wholes, sellin’ wholes, bro (sellin’ wholes, bro)
Everybody told me I was loco (told me I was crazy)
I can’t have these thugs in my photos (no)
I been having guns by the boatload (let it blow)
Ooh, I got that cocoa (got that coke, ayy)
Ooh, I got that cocoa (bitch, my favorite movie Blow), ayy
Please don’t tell these people I sell dope though, ayy
They might hang me with a rope though (no, no)
That’s the way we speak in code when they offering you life
Will you tell on all your bros, or tell me, would you take your time?
Think about it, take your time (ayy, ayy)
Should’ve never took the grind, ayy (ayy, ayy, woh, woh, woh, yeah)
This the shit that made me lose my mind
So much work keep weighing, think the scale off
Niggas out here broke, steady fakin’ like they well off
Don’t let me go to jail and then get out and heard you fell off
I’ma peel these calendars inside the dirty cell off
I ain’t gon’ sell out, knock this time inside the cell out
I ain’t gon’ sell out, knock this time inside the cell out
I ain’t gon’ sell out, knock this time inside the cell out
Rich nigga, bitch, how many times I bail out?
This that Drummer Gang, you know what I’m sayin’?
Travis Barker shit, you know what I’m sayin’?
Nothin’ but hits, whoa, whoa, whoa
Drum, drum, drums and the sticks
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy