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(feat. Young Scooter) [Hook x2] I got niggas down the road, waiting on an appeal Living life through a pen, I hope they get their appeal I hope they get their appeal [Verse 1] I just opened up the mailbox, four letters from my niggas Who fucked up in the system, who got their head up with no a max date Just to add them niggas to the state, don't give a fuck who life they take away You get your time and they just walk away Now you riding down that dirt lane Shackled in chains, bout some petty change That what folks say Cuz you thinking bout your kids and they ain't got a thing [Hook x2] [Verse 2] John Gooti did that time a street nigga told on him That's why he doing that time a street nigga told on him Got Fisher doing his time a street nigga told on him Big Meechie doing that time a street nigga told on him In the street s you don't wanna get caught up with dope boy product You gon need an appeal, only snitches get deals [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania