“I get a bond, not givin' them property, no, I can't tell, that's part of the policy
If you don't fuck with me, nigga, then fuck you, but I show love for niggas apart of me
I went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jump suits
Locked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt you
No PC, commissary and receipts, all this mail, I gotta reread
New rappers wanna be, can't be me...... I'm gangsta
Yea yea yeah God can u hear me?”
Cash. Going 12
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