Fredo - Tell Me lyrics

Tell me would you stay if I had to go jail?
If I didn't have no phone
Would you chat through the mail?
Would you be out on the road
While I'm trapped in my cell
I don't know when I'm home
And it's actually hell
If I booked you a visit
Would you come through or miss it?
Would you take hella long when
I'm asking for pictures?
Would you lie to the feds
If they asked for a witness? I need to know
Would you still be around
If my p's were low?
Yeah my Moncler's warm
But these streets are cold
Would you leave if you heard
That I've beaten a few?
And you know for a fact I
Don't treat 'em like you
Would you leave if the judge
Said I'm looking at 5?
And forget bout the times that
You looked in my eyes
You know what it is and
I'm cooking them pies
So don't act up or be looking suprised

Just tell me what it is
I swear I'm needing to know
If it ain't suttin real
Then I'm needing to go
I don't need the stressing
You ain't seeing my phone
And I gotta keep stuff
I got beef on the roads
And I know you hate when I
Spend time in the trap
But I like that you'd rather
Spend time with my stack
I just need to know
If you're riding for man
Cos I'm living life fast
So I'm likely to crash

Yo the whole city's on me
So they're likely to chat
Would you listen to them rumors
Or silence the prats?
I told you it's music
I'm writing them raps
So when you come round, I be hiding the crack
And just over insta, you try and get mad
Like I don't treat you good
And be buying you bags
Don't be suprised when I finally snap
If I fucked up my show
Would you try get me back?
If I got your yard spun
Would you try let me back?
Always ringing down my phones
Like you try get me mad
Yo I'm just needing to know
Can you roll up the weed
If I'm needing to smoke?
Would you bring me my ting
If it's peak on the roads?
If my friend tried a ting
Would you speak to my bro?
Would you tell me the truth
Or be keeping it low?
And I know it sounds mad
But I've seen it before

Just tell me what it is
I swear I'm needing to know
If it ain't suttin real
Then I'm needing to go
I don't need the stressing
You ain't seeing my phone
And I gotta keep stuff
I got beef on the roads
And I know you hate when I
Spend time in the trap
But I like that you'd rather
Spend time with my stack
I just need to know
If you're riding for man
Cos I'm living life fast
So I'm likely to crash