Im locked up, they won't let me out
So Im sitting here, with a pad, getting all of my thoughts out

Thinkin bout how I used to live lavish and lush
But now it's grey walls, cats tryin to nut

Niggas on that gay shit, better call the lord
Take that toothbrush and take out ya vocal cords

I can't stand this shit, feel like I'm rotten deep
It's been 3 months, my niggas done, forgoten me

Nigga saying they down right to the bloodshed
They probably cut a deal, and ran they lip to tha FED's

But that's ok, Cuz soon as I get out on the block
Any nigga that spoke to tha FED's getting shot

I can't stand a bitch nigga, saying they down
But when shit get heavy, they can't be found

Them niggas that snitched, families gon sorrow
Hell yeah, It's been 7 months, I get out tommorow