Rod Wave - COURT DATE lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - COURT DATE lyrics]
Ayy bro, what up? Shit, chillin', bro
Got this court shit I'm involved in
Hell nah, bro
they got me on an ankle monitor
Bitch, I can't even go nowhere yeah, yeah
I hope for a program, bitch
Hell yeah, but, I, I already know, bro
The points too high
I'ma holla at you though, bro love
I got court in the morning, I might flake
I might book, 'cause I don't wanna go back
I was playing in the streets
And got jammed up (Jammed up)
With my luck
(My luck) , but I refuse to go back
Know it's the consequences when you
Playing in the game
Take all of your freedoms
Then they throw you in a cage
Locked down without a trace (No trace)
No answer phone call, no visit's, no mail
Court in the morning, I might flake
I might book, 'cause I don't wanna go back
I was playing in the streets
And got jammed up (Jammed up)
With my luck
(My luck) , but I refuse to go back
Know it's the consequences when you
Playing in the game
Take all of your freedoms
Then they throw you in a cage
Locked down without a trace (No trace)
No answer phone call, no visit's, no mail
I was down on my dick but
I refused to punch a clock
Niggas startin' gettin' shot so I
Stayed off the block
Me and Lil' Kareem kickin'
Doors for the knots
Now I'm facin' way more time than a watch
And I know
I'm only seventeen and live a crazy life
A dangerous life, I ain't sayin'
What I come from, i make it right
When you hit that last lick
Know what you thinkin' like
Like, "If I hit this last lick
I'ma be straight for life"
But it's consequences
When you in and got to pay the price
Now you sittin' in a cell with a stranger
Heart turned cold and your soul full of anger
Ain't no house arrest, nigga, this your
With your defense
You escaped with a six-to-nine
You get in deep, fouled
Then you facin' bigger time
Four to door but I guess
You gotta deal with it
Back home, you not known as a real nigga
Touch down, they like, "Woah
You got real bigger"
But it's more to this life
Gotta see the big picture
Gotta see the big picture, ayy
Got this court shit I'm involved in
Hell nah, bro
they got me on an ankle monitor
Bitch, I can't even go nowhere yeah, yeah
I hope for a program, bitch
Hell yeah, but, I, I already know, bro
The points too high
I'ma holla at you though, bro love
I got court in the morning, I might flake
I might book, 'cause I don't wanna go back
I was playing in the streets
And got jammed up (Jammed up)
With my luck
(My luck) , but I refuse to go back
Know it's the consequences when you
Playing in the game
Take all of your freedoms
Then they throw you in a cage
Locked down without a trace (No trace)
No answer phone call, no visit's, no mail
Court in the morning, I might flake
I might book, 'cause I don't wanna go back
I was playing in the streets
And got jammed up (Jammed up)
With my luck
(My luck) , but I refuse to go back
Know it's the consequences when you
Playing in the game
Take all of your freedoms
Then they throw you in a cage
Locked down without a trace (No trace)
No answer phone call, no visit's, no mail
I was down on my dick but
I refused to punch a clock
Niggas startin' gettin' shot so I
Stayed off the block
Me and Lil' Kareem kickin'
Doors for the knots
Now I'm facin' way more time than a watch
And I know
I'm only seventeen and live a crazy life
A dangerous life, I ain't sayin'
What I come from, i make it right
When you hit that last lick
Know what you thinkin' like
Like, "If I hit this last lick
I'ma be straight for life"
But it's consequences
When you in and got to pay the price
Now you sittin' in a cell with a stranger
Heart turned cold and your soul full of anger
Ain't no house arrest, nigga, this your
With your defense
You escaped with a six-to-nine
You get in deep, fouled
Then you facin' bigger time
Four to door but I guess
You gotta deal with it
Back home, you not known as a real nigga
Touch down, they like, "Woah
You got real bigger"
But it's more to this life
Gotta see the big picture
Gotta see the big picture, ayy