Fuck you niggas know about a crammed cell
Working out, doing pushups, getting fan mail
How you get knocked, do time and tell
They gave my celly ten years for a gram sale
My next case, I'm spitting on a judge, Imma wild in court
Slide on us, I bet you paying for it, like child support
Got classy bitches, she don't smile at all, she don't vibe at all
And nasty bitches, who'll rob us all and sniff a pile of raw
El Salvador, bricks of powder raw stuffed inside the doors
I'm grinding hard, promised all my dogs still behind the wall
I took a trip buying white trying to find the raw
Just to sell china white to a chyna doll
When we met we was on the cell block cold
We did our time and came home and sold blocks whole
My first brick
My neighbourhood filthy, Eastside built me
The plug said I'm good, the judge said I'm guilty
My first brick nigga
