Locked Down
 

yo im locked up seeing these fucking four walls//
fucking C-Os wont even let a nigga get his phone calls//
foods getting me thicker//
lifting reading and my flows is getting sicker//
i dont wanna be here no more i cant stand it no more//
im missing my girl my fam niggas and my moms//
missing the paper i make on the block from dusks till dawns//
i need that back//
first thing im doing when i get out is cop me a quarter of blow and cook that to crack///
get back on the strip and make my stacks//
pack of marlbros and some blacks//
a box of dutchies and a 8th of that good//
go back and post up and say what up to the hood//
cop a pint of Henny sip it strong//
thats the only thing on my mind besides these bars//
looking out the window on the highway watching the cars//
time dont fly when you think about it//
this is the life i chose now im stuck around it//
and when im out i dont think that ill beable to live with out it//
just a quick freestyle thinking about lock up......1