Inmate Stories lyrics

[Intro]
Sit back down, I'ma explain it to you
I'ma explain it to you, like
All this sh*t, what you wanna hear 'bout bruh?
sh*t, let a n*gga know
I ain't been sh*t since I been out
sh*t's brazy in here man
Molly, Molly
Molly, Molly
Let me tell you something

[Verse]
n*ggas in the ground, n*ggas in that b*tch turn to snitch
n*ggas in that b*tch suckin' di*k
Hold up wait a minute, we ain't really on that bullsh*t
n*gga I'll hit you with the stick
I was in that b*tch, wildin' with them motherf*ckin' jits
Who got the plugs on them sticks?
All bout that skrilla, I was locked up with them gorillas
And I ran into a couple killers
Ran into Lil Cory, yeah that n*gga really on the sh*t
And he's throwing L's in that b*tch
I was locked up, n*gga, yeah in that b*tch
Damn near failed in that b*tch
School ain't sh*t, easy ass work in that sh*t
Easy ass work in that sh*t
Staff suckin' di*k, staff in that b*tch f*ck the clique
Staff tryna twerk in that sh*t
All these hoes sh*t, many n*ggas in there ain't sh*t
Man them pus*y n*ggas they're fake
These n*ggas hate, these n*ggas smile in your face
Probably spray your ass with the rake
Hold up wait, wait, These n*ggas really don't care
These n*ggas don't give a damn
These n*ggas flaw, these n*ggas locked up damn
This is how it is in the ground?
Yeah, It’s Jamell, I was locked up in a cell
Hopin' that my n*gga doin' well
Praying for the shine, praying for my n*gga JGreen
Tryna get the guap by any mean
I was in that b*tch, wildin' with my mother f*cking dawg
We was skipping school in the hall
I was so tired of eating that nasty ass food
Taking showers with them dirty ass draws
I got the top, I was so stressed
I had to get it, I had to move
I was locked up with the mother f*ckin' goon
In a mother f*cking 4 by 4 room
b*tch I weren't stressin', I was finessin'
I'm hittin' licks, I was a legend
I was the best f*cking rapper in the compound
n*gga had a gun that hold a 100 round
f*ck with the staff, b*tch I had face
I was eatin' good, every kind of place
4 for $4 Wendy's and good taste
4 for $4 Wendy's locked up with good taste
Gettin' McDonald's, one dollar menu
f*ck that, n*gga, hell naw I got face
I always get the motherf*ckin' quarter pounder double cheeseburger
And that mother f*cking milkshake
Wait, yeah, young n*gga serving weight
Staff in the ground, they be fresh
Thugged out n*gga, all them n*gga servin' straight drugs
They the plug and they get them ho wet
Get them ho wet
I was tryna run up the check
I was in that b*tch getting checked
When I hit a lick with that young n*gga Barnes in that b*tch
We was thumbin' through a whole f*cking check
Skirt off in a vet, yeah, I ain't skirt off in a vet
n*gga, I was sleeping on the slab
I was with them blood, I'm bleeding red in the lab
Peel a f*ck n*gga like a scab
I was in the tech lab downloading music
Yeah, I was downloading music
G Shine, You Shine, I Shine, We Shine
Blood gang shout out to my big homie Boosie
Free that n*gga Zoo, free that n*gga Smith
Free that n*gga, other n*gga locked up in that b*tch
Free all of my n*ggas that was piped up in that b*tch
Doing three years like life up in that b*tch
n*ggas in your view, gotta strikeout in that b*tch
Fights poppin' out, out of nowhere
Miracle big booty b*tch that work there ain't had no hair
That sh*t there really weren't fair
When you locked up it seemed like, "don't nobody care"
Your momma only see you like two times a week
Wait, matter fact, one, you don't run into no freak
Man that sh*t depressing, I ain't get no pus*y
I was in that b*tch eating school snack cookie
I was tired of them f*cking school snack cookie
I was tryna get some school snack pus*y
I ain't worried bout it, man, you know I had it on me
Yeah, you know my n*gga, yeah, I was in there lonely
I was in the cell, I was chillin' on my lonely
I ain't have cellmate, I was eatin' on baloney
Baloney went to ham, naw, switched this sh*t to turkey
n*gga, I'm alright right now cause I'm on curfew
If a n*gga try you, when he get out, they gon' hurt you
Catch you in the class, broad day, they gonʼ hurt you
n*ggas in that b*tch, getting split with the tray
n*ggas in that b*tch, switching up, turnin' gay
n*ggas in that b*tch, smilin' in your face
Racist ass crackers, they don't like our black race
I was in that b*tch, getting knowledge from the old head
Young n*gga, bad b*tch, wait, hold it
Aye, hold up, wait, whoady
Yellow b*tch, walking like she bowl it
Wait, let me get back on topic
Ran into some n*ggas, got the plug on the chop
Hold up, wait, gotcha
Burger King, I ain't eat no f*cking whopper
Free all of my n*ggas out that (?), Palm Beach Correctional Facility
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