Taj-He-Spitz - 50 To Life lyrics

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'