enough to face the madness
Own cars from my niggas on the other side
My two childhood friends just died,
when will we ever change?
And what remains from a 12
Arguments with my boo is true
I spend more time with my
niggas than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thing
I'd be damned if a thing changed
I'd be hustling to make a million
Lord knows, ain't no love
So we cold rag top, slowing down,
Beat my horn for a hoochie
drink a tango, raise straight
everybody wanna know if I'm insane
stressin' like I'm hopeless
me and the homies smokin' roaches
Cause we broke late night,
hangin' out till the sunrise
Gettin' high, watchin' the cops roll by
Bein' me, will I see the penitentiary?
Bein' me, will I see the penitentiary?
Bein' me, will I see the penitentiary?
I can't sleep, niggas plottin' on me,
kill me while I'm dreamin'
Wake up sweaty and screamin' cause I can
hear them suckers schemin'
problem is them punks be fantasizin'
My brother bite the bullet, open fire and I die,
It's the way it is, even now,
lookin' out for these killer kids
Clinton, can you recognize a nigga representin',
Quentin, gettin' calls from my nigga
Ain't nothin' nice, yo pop,
do somethin' righteous with your life
And even though you innocent,
So they think I'd rather have you
behind bars than triggers
I'ma hold you down, I love thug life
Lickin' shots till I see my
Till I see my niggas free on the block
will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
will I see the penitentiary or
Lately been reminiscing bout
Keeping eye on the cops while
Just a project kid without a conscience,
I'm hearing screams at my concerts,
me and all my childhood peers
Through the years trying to
I was only 17 when I started serving fiends
And I wish it was another
So my abolla, cause these hard
times make me wanna holla
Will I let it see the mark?
I hit the weed and then proceed
to say fuck all of y 'all
Ain't nobody down with me, I'm thuggin'
I can't go home cause motherfuckers
So now I'm in this high -powered
What do I do when these county blues getting
battered and bruised by the you -know -who?
And these fakes get to shakin'
Sittin' in this livin' hell,
I'm tryna torture him to tell,
But ain't nobody sayin' much,
the same old nuts is makin' bucks
While these sluts is gettin' fucked,
they violated my probation
And it seems I'll be goin' on a long vacation
No it ain't easy, it ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
Will I see the penitentiary
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
Will I see the penitentiary?
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