(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