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

__________________
hey yo im known to play it low//
dont confuse me with these cornballs on the radio//


ima true hustlah you couldnt fit in my shoes//
my pager buzz to much man my hips are bruised//

faMBa$e Bitch ass niggas Bean Town thats how im doing it....enjoy life make money.....death b4 dishonor
trust no body that aint your fam and fuck that you cant even trust them some times i cant even trust myself lil niggas.....1