[SPM]
Yeah, I ain't got no hook for this jam
Here we go, here we go
I'm just gonna let ya'll feel the music on the hooks
Knahmsayin'

[Verse 1]
In the rancho everybody knows Carlos
Still writing, still fumando arbols
I'm locked up with my gente, no hay salida
Trying to finish up this book about my vida
On appeal and it's gonna take a full year
They asking me, if I wanna go to school here
At a time when a person really needs a friend
I'm thinking bout getting back on them streets again
I gave the Benz to Happ and the Vette to Beesh
I hope they use 'em to ride on my enemies
I got two left, whaz up young Hugh Heff?
I heard my brother just signed up a new chef
Lucky Lu the Screwston freestyla
Ya just wishing that the Dope House would die, huh?
I heard ya boys talking down, bumpin lips
But big mouths is only good for sucking dicks
When I was free none of ya step to me
Now that I'm locked, you hoes is disrespecting me
I'll be back before you bitch niggas count to ten
But I can touch you, way before I'm out the pen
No names, I don't play that silly game
You smoking too much weed, you ain't no killa maine
I bring vengeance, can't put it all in one sentence
But if there is a hell, I can show you to the entrance
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