What's up, bruh?
How you livin'?
You know how I chill, penitentiary prison
Came from Solano to San Quentin
Couple months in it, about to get sentenced
And they talkin' 'bout 50 with an elbow
Could get out if I tell, but hell no!
I ain't got bail though, I got chips so I'm in this b**h with a cellphone
So hit me, and even though you ain't here with me, you with me
I feel the whole world against me
If I was ten or been out by sixty, be out by seventy
They better just lynch me.. God damn.. My gas tank on empty
I'm in deep, too deep, suicide tempting n***a shoot me, shoot me!
What's up, bruh?
I'm livin' cool
Gettin' school
Your n***a gettin' bigger off prison, fool
I ain't holla'd in a minute, fool
So I guess I got a minute to
We done been through it all, it's like that?
Kinda shady a n***a can't write back
And despite that, my b**h don't write back
And my momma don't write back
So all I do is write raps, for them ones who gettin' life raps
It's like that?
[OUTRO]
It's a matter of either we stay like this
Or somebody sacrifices
Somebody lay the tracks so we don't stay in a 360 degree deadly circle
You know what I'm sayin'?
Somebody has to break out and risk losing everything and being poor, and getting beat down
Somebody has to do somethin'