Waitin’ on a Visit lyrics

[Chorus]
They got my n*ggas in the parish chillin' on a Wednesday
Waitin' on a visit but it gon' be okay
It gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK, I wish I had my AK
They got my n*ggas up the road thuggin' on their chores
Hopin' somethin' folds (Somethin' folds)
But it gon' be okay, it gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK, I wish I had my AK

[Verse 1]
Man, I realizes I'm stuck in this b*tch
And I'm a trigger finger itchin' from the K I love to go spit
And ain't no visits when your bread gone
My head gone, can't say sh*t because I'm dead wrong
I'm dead wrong
Commissary on low and I can't even buy no Tennis
So I'm ready to take off my socks and box 'cause I'ma menace (Huh)
I love takin' pictures up that road to let my n*ggas know
I was with you everyday you chose
I read it up in jail, why the f*ck you put me in the field?
My hands hurt and mister come on, look it, keep it real
When I get out this b*tch they gon' say, "Mayday, Mayday"
You done took half of my life plus my AK, my AK
From Hunts to Angola and DCI they cried tears
Come home from five years, see how wild the world is
I wish my life was gas tank 'cause I need a fill up
Couldn't pay my cousin lawyer that done f*cked my whole year up
[Chorus]
They got my n*ggas in the parish chillin' on a Wednesday
Waitin' on a visit but it gon' be okay
It gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK, I wish I had my AK
They got my n*ggas up the road thuggin' on their chores
Hopin' somethin' folds (Somethin' folds)
But it gon' be okay, it gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK, I wish I had my AK

[Verse 2]
This is for my n*ggas on the walk with them 3's on
Scratchin' like it like a pit every time a n*gga won't be home
But he miss his AK 'cause that's what raised him
The only real toys daddy ever f*ckin' gave him
His hoes done went to twenty to ten to f*ckin' two
Go fall off in that pen' and see how all y'all hoes do
His boys convicted felons and they can't come see you
Your lil' boy had a program, he can't come neither
Now play this song up in your Walkman in your bed at night
And tell me next you see me if I lead you right
And ain't no smiles when your shine gone
Looked at a man and asked why he did it
He say, "The devil got his mine goin'"
Listen when I spit it and watch what I'm sayin'
I know you sick up in that b*tch, dawg, but never stop prayin'
Hold my hand, you can lean on me
I'm the friend who pull up on the curb, n*gga, when you go on E
[Chorus]
They got my n*ggas in the parish chillin' on a Wednesday
Waitin' on a visit but it gon' be okay
It gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK, I wish I had my AK
They got my n*ggas up the road thuggin' on their chores
Hopin' somethin' folds (Somethin' folds)
But it gon' be okay, it gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK, I wish I had my AK

[Verse 3]
How the f*ck do you think my mama feel, Mr. Officer?
You got her cryin' tears every time my n*gga call her
My daughter, she don't notice my face 'cause she don't see me that much
Plus I'd hate for her to see me in cuffs
This is for my n*ggas up the road, man
Like Big Lo Diddy Charge and Trail Charge and James Cole, man
Them n*ggas heart don't pump blood, n*gga, it pump alien p*ss
And they love them AK's, that's why they stay in that b*tch
Father, forgive us, we some n*ggas in a rush to get paid
You can see this dawg b*tches, plus I'm duckin' a grave
I told my mama, "When I die put my casket on dubs
Roll me in with all my thugs and put a blunt in my tux"
This is for my n*ggas who incarcerated
Boy, I hate it, hold your head up and you oughta make it
I told my dawgs over and over, over again
When a n*gga take may I won't hit some AK