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Know what I've been going through lately?

Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat or I might not eat

Sometimes I get to buying shit that I don't even need

Clothes that I'm never gon' wear

I get to entertaining old relationships and shit

Real ones know the shoes that I walk in

Had to make it out, I had no option

Hit the cell or the block or the coffin

Had to make it out, I had no option

Lock me up, throw away the key

They don't care about a nigga like me so I

Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'

Had to make it out, I had no option

I had just finished a prison stench

Without the presumption of innocence

The system don't look at me different

When I'm only trying to do something legitimate

My children been mad at they mothers

Like, "When is our daddy coming home?"

We video visit on FaceTime but they like a thousand miles away

Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now

Fall off in the morning, look like Girls Gone Wild

I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'

I'm warning 'em in, it's a dangerous city

I'm still tryna see where the fuck I fit in

When all that I did was get caught with a pistol

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