See I've been goin' crazy losin' my mind
Still writing lines and working both lines
I'm screaming free my broski locked up inside
Ten times
See I've been goin' crazy losin' my mind
Still writing lines and working both lines
I'm screaming free my broski locked up inside
Ten times
Fucked up, then I got locked up
Now I can't wait 'til I'm free like Mason
Handcuffs on my wrists like bracelets
Stressed 'cause I ain't seen my family in ages
And these screws keep movin' like popo
Or raidin' my cell for drugs and mobiles
I went jail lookin' anorexic
Jumped in the gym, pushed weights and got bolo
Yo, yo
I fucked up, then I got locked up
Now I can't wait 'til I'm free like Mason
Handcuffs on my wrists like bracelets
Stressed 'cause I ain't seen my family in ages
And these screws keep movin' like popo
Or raidin' my cell for drugs and mobiles
I went jail lookin' anorexic
I jumped in the gym, pushed weights and got bolo
Tick tock, time go so slow
I'm countin' down days, I can't wait 'til I go home
I should be out there raisin' my son
Instead I'm 'ere watchin' him grow up in photos
Jail was never in the picture
Until I slipped up and got myself bagged
Now I gotta do 6 in the can
And I'm pissed 'cause this weren't part of the plan
I can't wait 'til they free me again
I miss my family, I'm missin' the ends
I can hear the four walls speakin' again
I don't wanna hear them or see them again
Yo
I fucked up then I got locked up
Now I'm just sittin' here rottin' in prison
Mum told me don't end up in 'ere
But I thought I knew best, so I didn't wanna listen
Now I'm chillin' on the wing with smackheads
Two years ago I was luxury living
I just punched up my cellmate Jimbo
'Cause he kept snoring and kept on shittin' (Chyeah)
I was out there with birds in a bando
Now I'm doin' bird in 'ere
Me and Chinese Lee on the wing playin' ping pong
Tryna kill time, tryna work these years
Tryna kill time, tryna work these years
The most feared shooters doin' birds in 'ere
But them man can't fight, so they're worthless 'ere
I can't wait 'til they free me again
I miss my family, I'm missin' the ends
I can hear the four walls speakin' again
I don't wanna hear them or see them again
Yo
I fucked up then I got locked up
Then the feds fucked up and let me back out
As soon as they set me free, I didn't go see mum
I went straight to the trap house
Back to the bando, back to the crack smoke
Back to the weed house, back to a fat grow
Back to the opp block and shot up that shit
Just to let 'em know that I'm back home
And it's back on, I was down for a bit, now I'm back on
I got the YG's and put 'em all back on
I give 'em all packs and I told 'em go crack on
I gave 'em all packs, and I told 'em go get it
Told them wear a mask and you go and buy credit
And let's be honest, this shit's ironic
'Cause most of us end up in a cell for selling
