[Verse 1]
Just left court
They said come back in a couple months
Fourth floor, on the bench, arms shackled to the wall
Contraband in my draws, [?] on the floor
[?] straight through a nigga heart
Waking up every day in a room full of bricks
And a toilet, and a sink that's attached to the floor
Walls closing in, now I'm trying to breathe slow
Can't help but to hate niggas walking out the door
Every time I go to court they push my shit further back
Trial never ending
Don't know how much time I'm gonna do
Niggas get they ass whooped, coming from the courtroom, crying
Suck it up, bitch, I want to leave too
Whole family want to see me, nigga, what the fuck you mean?
Couple months ain't shit, hoe, I'm looking at some years
Agitatеd by my peers, cause I just seen my mama in the courtroom crying with a face full of tеars
So shut up
Bitch, I ain't looking at days, this is an extended stay
Nigga, what did you say?
You crying 'bout three months?
That shit I wish I could say, mane
[Verse 2]
Got up out of jail, and the world ain't changed
Still to hard to find a job, niggas still didn't give a fuck
Trying to refrain from making me a stain, cause I just got out, but I got to make a buck
Mama mad that I'm in the streets making bread, cause a nigga facing problems she could never understand
I was thirteen, she was crying 'bout bills in her room, so I robbed niggas trying to be a man
Hanging on the street with the niggas selling drugs, but I rarely ever trapped, I was out on the jack
Every now and then I would push coke, but I felt bad that my customers was whipping it to crack
Smoke it all up, then they hit a nigga up, get the reup, next day, now I'm sold out
16, sitting in my mama house, in my room, looking out the window with a [?] out
Next day, went to school, came back home, and my mama found the pistol that was hidden in my bed
The P22 that I had wasn't much, but a bullet is a bullet, and it made niggas bed
[?] kid had beef with the niggas that was grown, so nigga made sure he had a tone
Especially since niggas get beat up, and want to shoot back cause the nigga can't handle his own
Just left court
They said come back in a couple months
Fourth floor, on the bench, arms shackled to the wall
Contraband in my draws, [?] on the floor
[?] straight through a nigga heart
Waking up every day in a room full of bricks
And a toilet, and a sink that's attached to the floor
Walls closing in, now I'm trying to breathe slow
Can't help but to hate niggas walking out the door
Every time I go to court they push my shit further back
Trial never ending
Don't know how much time I'm gonna do
Niggas get they ass whooped, coming from the courtroom, crying
Suck it up, bitch, I want to leave too
Whole family want to see me, nigga, what the fuck you mean?
Couple months ain't shit, hoe, I'm looking at some years
Agitatеd by my peers, cause I just seen my mama in the courtroom crying with a face full of tеars
So shut up
Bitch, I ain't looking at days, this is an extended stay
Nigga, what did you say?
You crying 'bout three months?
That shit I wish I could say, mane
[Verse 2]
Got up out of jail, and the world ain't changed
Still to hard to find a job, niggas still didn't give a fuck
Trying to refrain from making me a stain, cause I just got out, but I got to make a buck
Mama mad that I'm in the streets making bread, cause a nigga facing problems she could never understand
I was thirteen, she was crying 'bout bills in her room, so I robbed niggas trying to be a man
Hanging on the street with the niggas selling drugs, but I rarely ever trapped, I was out on the jack
Every now and then I would push coke, but I felt bad that my customers was whipping it to crack
Smoke it all up, then they hit a nigga up, get the reup, next day, now I'm sold out
16, sitting in my mama house, in my room, looking out the window with a [?] out
Next day, went to school, came back home, and my mama found the pistol that was hidden in my bed
The P22 that I had wasn't much, but a bullet is a bullet, and it made niggas bed
[?] kid had beef with the niggas that was grown, so nigga made sure he had a tone
Especially since niggas get beat up, and want to shoot back cause the nigga can't handle his own
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