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I heard so many stories, guess I'm here now Every days a fishbowl, I'm gettin' stare downs So this is three hots and a cot? A bunky I don't know and 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 look grimy, I gotta find me a OX They asking 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 controlling 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 player? Damn, this shit fucked up, really fucked up I'm super hungry, but the 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 living right A OG told me never call in the morning or night He said the afternoon 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 SongtexteEvery morning I'm out there on the count Every evening I'm in here thinking 'bout How the judge really gave me that amount And how old I'ma be when I get out Why the fuck I'm here In here at the same time But we don't do the same time In here at the same time But we don't do the same time I'm in and out this place every couple years Face tatted wit a couple tears Yelling at some faggot on the upper tier He keep crying through the night like "why the fuck I'm here?" Nigga deal with it, I keep my gun close And anybody face I peel with it, it's real rigid 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 doing 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 snap Got a kite and a flick from this Guyanese bitch I used to fuck with dreads She getting fucked in my head New fresh batch of hooch on the way, a nigga twisted Extra toothpaste, my next visit keep my breath hidden My brother solved 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, what's up? In here at the same time But we don't do the same time In here at the same time But we don't do the same time Aus Songtexte Mania