Halfway In Lyrics

Yeah I've been waiting on the mail, man.
Now this shit been a long time coming, man.
I'm give y'all this shit direct.
(Direct)
Nothing but facts, man.
(Facts)
Nothing but the hard truth.
(Fuck)
You feel me?
All that extra bullshit.
That whole shit that going on.
(What?)
You missed me with it.
This ain't got nothing to do with me.
(Not a goddamn thing)
Free little brother till he free.
(Yeah, man)
You know what I'm saying?
I ain't got no CEO.
(None)
It's all around me.
I'm my own campus.
(Boss nigga)
This shit 4L A to the top coming, nigga.
(What the fuck?)

I came home but they took shots, I still got too much on my plate.
Thought the CEO was solid, he broke my heart, he flipped the face.
Call on me, scars all on my heart, think about my nigga every day.
Remember drove to Mississippi just to piece me up and skate.
Ask about me in the feds, I ran the car, I wore the drive.
And I'm fresh up out that cell, can't fuck no hoe with too much mileage.
The way they riding, I created that shit like my name was Tyler.
Gang too shaded, run a hundred Ms up, promise I'm retired.
They tell me jail look out for me, but if I did, boy, I couldn't sleep.
Why I have a feast?
If I'm sitting by myself and have to eat.
Learn to hold my temper, hold me what it made, hot boy going to eat.
But I take care of my family and the mob, I got to think.

Halfway out, one foot still in, but at least I see my babies.
Trying to do right by my business, fake boy shit going to drive me crazy.
But I got to move strategic, know this game mine for the taking.
Everything I do, the internet going to flip it if they take it.

I can't do no interview right now, no nose I want to speak.
Brother fighting for his life, what I say going to get too deep.
Told me Gladys that I'm here, and if they play, they'll lay the sheet.
Mojo call me every day to check my mind, make sure I'm G.
I'm still laying on that bunk at night, that halfway house ain't free.
Avery come and daddy asking, why you ain't come lay with me?
Junior call me every morning so I can see him brush his teeth.
How the hell y'all think I feel that I can't be out for my seed?
I ain't pop out with my jewelry or my car, they think I'm broke.
I could go Chanel for twenty years, but I choose to lay low.
And I'm sober in the bitch, don't want me drinking, don't can't smoke.
They've been waiting on the mail, ain't no way that I'm going to choke.
Could go Richard or go Patek, but this Rolex fit me perfect.
I ain't got to please these people, man, that's something that I'm still learning.
Bro my hoe me tight, told me get that money, you deserve it.

I ain't ducking shit, want they beef then we going to serve them.
To the child out in the pen, thirty niggas with me clutching.
Night before I left, couldn't get no sleep, my mind was steady rushing.

Bitches left me down for dead, now they see me, them hoes blushing.
All that capping about not wanting me no more, them hoes were bluffing.
Mama's McLaren go two twenty, I ain't slowing down for nothing.
See me shine and make them sick, while I pray them bitches vomit.
I'm going to put this shit on top of all y'all heads just like a bonnet.
And I'm screaming free Lil Shard and Lil Dude till he out that dungeon.
She make me feel like we ain't say enough, we talk about her problems.
Gladly locked down on that supermax, too worried about my toddlers.
All them hoes they left me stranded, I fucked up, picked up that bottle.
I get drunk, my members put their boots on, waiting on me to pop them.
They ran and left me, I'm too player, I ain't never lost a woman.
Me and her both know the truth, leave it at that, boy, I ain't fronting.

The way I laid this pipe, them bitches say my name down in the plumbing.
And I ain't made my mind on my G-O-S-F-90 for next song.
And I can't even drive this shit, they got me stuck down in the cell.

Want my double cup, but I go back to jail, I take the cell.
Dutch broke my heart, that was my nigga, can't believe my brother flipped.
But that's just how shit go, can't trust nobody but my hip.
Free Lil Clover out that jail, he banging 4s and he need 4.
Be that no one nigga ever play, I wipe that nigga nose.
I get weekend passes, boy, but I can't even do my show.
When no member with me, we got ARPs, that's how we roll.
Bobby told me daddy kill them, got to make them niggas feel you.
When I pop out with these 50s, better know that shit a million.
Spiff made it, Yano slayed it, won't stop till we up a billion.
If a nigga try this shit, I swear to God, I'm going to end them.

Halfway in, my bitches in my DMs like I never left.
Get that hoe she in the lab, I have her screaming out for help.
And I'm banging G-G-N-E-4, whatever what I rep.
He get out of line, we stretch him, promise we going to lay that belt.

Did them fives on that bunk, it went no love shown to the mail.
My twin still ain't hit my phone, shit make me feel like he been a hater.
Told her mama always bitching, feel like her and mama switched places.
That she J want me to fuck her, I can't fuck no hoe that's basic.
Ain't nobody hit my hand when I touched down, but they want feast.
But I'm still balling on you bitches like that song I made for my teacher.
Ain't seen Shane in about twelve years, when I came out, he went back in.
From the state yard to the federal yard, they all know that boy my twin.
I lost Wop in twenty two, felt like they took one of my real ones.
We named the hood after my nigga, Wop back going to get banged by all kids.
Halfway in, first one to do it, watch this shit, he'll be a trend.
And I'm going to drop that Halfway Out soon as y'all hear this Halfway In.
(Oh)