YNW Melly - Inmate Stories lyrics

(intro) Sit back down imma explain it to you Imma explain it to you like All this sh**, what you wanna hear bout bruh? sh**, let a n***a know I ain’t been sh** since I been out sh**s brazy in here man Molly, Molly Molly, Molly Let me tell you something (verse1) n***as in the gram, n***as in that b**h to turn to snitch n***as in that b**h s**in’ dick Hold up wait a minute we ain’t really on that bullsh** n***a I will hit you with the stick I was in that b**h wildin’ with them motherf**in’ jits Who got the plugs on them sticks? All bout that skrilla I was locked up wit them gorillas And I ran into a couple k**as Ran into Lil Cory yeah that n***a really on the sh** And he’s throwing L’s in that b**h I was locked up, n***a, year in that b**h Damn near failed in that b**h School wasn’t sh** easy a** work in that sh** Easy a** work in that sh** Staff s**ing dick, staff in that b**h f** the clique Staff trynna twerk in that sh** All these hoes sh** many n***as in there ain’t sh** Man them p**y n***as they’re fake These n***as hate these n***as smile in your face Probably spray your a** with the rake Hold up wait, wait. These n***as really don’t care These n***as don’t give a damn These n***as flaw, these n***as locked up damn This how it is in the gram Yeah, Mr. Mayor, I was locked up in cell Hopin’ that my n***as doin’ well Praying for Lil Shawn, praying for my n***a J Green Trynna get the guap by any means I was in that bih wildin’ with my mother f**ing dawgs We was skipping school in the halls I was so tired of eating that nasty a** food Taking showers in them dirty a** draws I got the top, I was so stressed I had to get it, I had to move I was locked up with the mother f**in’ goons In a mother f**ing 4 by 4 room b**h I weren’t stressin’, I was finessin’ I’m hittin’ licks, I was a legend I was the best f**ing rapper in the compound n***a had a gun that hold a 100 rounds f** with the staff, b**h I had face I was eatin’ good every kind of place 4 for 4 Wendy’s and good taste 4 for 4 Wendy’s locked up [?] Hitting up McDonalds dollar menu f** that n***a hell naw I got face I always get the mothef**in’ quarter pounder double cheeseburger And that mother f**ing milkshake Wait, young n***a serving weight Staffed in the gram they be fresh Thugged out n***a, all them n***a servin’ straight d** They the plug and they getting all the weight (Get it on the way) I was trynna run up the check I was in that bih getting checked When I hit a lick with that young n***a Barnes in that b**h We was thumbin’ through a whole f**ing check Skurt off in a vet (ya) I ain’t skurt off in a vet n***a I was sleeping on the slab I was with them blood, I’m bleeding red in the lab Peel a f** n***a like a scab I was in the tech lab downloading music Yeah, I was downloading music G shine, u shine, I shine, we shine Blood gang shout out to my big homie boosie Free that n***a zoo, free that n***a smith Free that n***as other that’s locked up in that b**h Free all of my n***as that was piped up in that b**h Doing 3 years like life up in that b**h n***as in your view, gotta strikeout in that b**h Fights poppin’ out I don’t know where Miracle big booty b**h that work there ain’t had no hair That sh** there really weren’t fair When you locked up it seemed like nobody care Your momma only see you like 2 times a week Wait, matter fact 1 you don’t run into no freak Man that sh** depressing, I ain’t get no p**y I was in that bih eating school snack cookie I was tired of them f**ing school snack cookie I was trynna, get some school snack p**y I ain’t worried bout it man, you know I had it on me Yeah you know my n***as yeah, I was in there lonely I was in the cell, I was chillin’ on my lonely I ain’t have cell mates, I wasn’t eatin’ on bolony Bolony went to ham then I switched this sh** to turkey [?] If a n***a try you when he get out they gone hurt you Catch you in the cla** broad day they gonʼ hurt you n***as in that bih getting split with da tray n***as in that bih switching up, turnin’ gay n***as in that bih smilin’ in your face Racist a** crackers they don’t like are black race I was in that bih getting knowledge from the old head Young n***a, bad b**h wait? Aye, hold up wait, whoady Yellow b**h walking like she bow leg Wait, let me get back on top Ran into some n***as got the plug on the chop Hold up wait, gotcha Burger King I ain’t eat no f**ing whopper