Juelz Santana – 23 & 1 lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Free my nigga Juelz, real dripper
I was on a jail call, he was in jail, I was in jail twenty-three and one
I told him, "Hold your head, nigga"
"You'll be back soon," Meek Milly

Locked in the cell, twenty-three and one (Yeah)
Sittin' up in jail, hopin' freedom come (Yeah)
Worst part about it, couldn't see my son (Woah)
Or my daughter, they too young to know what's goin' on (Damn)
My oldest son hit me like, "Hold your head" (Juju)
Said, "I'm prayin' for you, Dad, wish I could hold your hand" (Damn)
Brought tears to the eyes of a grown man (Yup)
Then he said, "Don't cry, this is God's plan" (God's plan)
Hearin' that did somethin' to my soul 'cause he only fourteen years old, woah
Crackers tryna fish fry a nigga
Told 'em, "Shit, if it was my gun, it would've been bigger" (Facts)
Not no two-shot. 38 bullshit (Nah)
Would've been an fn with some blue tips (Ah)
And them two stock twenty round full clips (Bah)
Let them niggas know I'm still with the bullshit (Blah)
I spoke to Meek on the phone (Yeah)
He doin' great, soon come, he'll be home (Welcome home)

[Interlude]
They hit me with the same charges, state and federal
Which, they really couldn't do anyway
You know what I'm sayin'? It was either one or the other
So my lawyer explained, he got the um, state
This shit nutty, ain't it? This shit is whack
Your call in three minutes
I got like three minutes left
What you said, though, bro?
I said this shit ain't for no niggas like us, man
This shit nutty, ain't it?
Not at all