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Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you Damn Knew I shoulda stayed off that f*ckin' stupid-ass block Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again f*ck Oh well I heard so many stories, guess I'm here now E'ryday's a fishbowl, I'm gettin' staredowns So this is three hots and a cot? A bunkie I don't know in some funky cell block? Guess I'll stay to myself and if they try me, I'll pop Since I was tiny I could box, but I ain't tryna get shot And everybody lookin' grimy, I gotta find me a ox They askin' if I'm homie or I'm cuz, but I'm not I'm NFL, guess it's time I find me a slot Yo, who controllin' these phones? I gotta dial back home How you write a letter? Where you get the paper? How much is a stamp? How you mail it out, playa? Damn, this shit f*cked up, really f*cked up I'm super hungry, but this shit for lunch, yuck And one CO got it in for me, I got tough luck Think I used to rough his nephew up on that yellow bus I wonder if my girl livin' right A OG told me never call in the mornin' or night He said the afternoon's safe, that's when she'll speak clear 'Cause if a nigga spent the night, he probably still there I play chess with my homie in the wheelchair Never once asked him how he got in there I never beat him either, but, shit, I don't care Them stories that he tell make me feel like I got up outta here Every morning I'm out there on the count Every evening I'm in here thinkin' 'bout How the judge really gave me that amount And how old I'ma be when I get out Why the f*ck I'm here? Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you You're in here at the same time Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again But we don't do the same time Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you You're in here at the same time Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again But we don't do the same time I'm in and out this place every couple years Face tatted with a couple tears Yellin' at some faggot on the upper tier He keep cryin' through the night, like, "Why the f*ck I'm here?" Nigga, deal with it, I keep my gun close And anybody face appeal with it, it's real, Richard Commissary never a problem, my locker packed, and If I ain't got it, then you got a snack, holla back I'm finna hit the yard, lift the entire rack Today, I'm doin' chest and back Extra pack of sticks on the juggle from a Redskin fumble How wild is that? When it come to the playoffs, the Giants— nah Got a kite and a pic from this Guyanese bitch I used to f*ck with dreads, she gettin' f*cked in my head New fresh batch of hooch on the way have nigga twisted Extra toothpaste my next visit, keep my breath hidden My brother saw my problem in the other house Some newcomer runnin' his mouth, so he ran in his mouth And if he wanna take it further, them hammers is out You know my name and what my handle about, wassup? Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you You're in here at the same time Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again But we don't do the same time Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you You're in here at the same time Just when I think I'm gettin' tired of you again But we don't do the same time
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