Song: Salaat
Year: 2013
Viewed: 38 - Published at: 10 years ago

Yeah
Rappers In Prison
Look
Check me out
Look

Try to understand it, living through the harder times
Blood of a native slave running through this heart of mine
[?] switched on overdrive
Trynna get across like church or the border line
Save you for yourself, bitch
Why would [I be your gemini?]
Why do we believe 'em when we know that women lie
Welcome to the real world
This is where we genocide
Govеrnment ain't shit without criminal enterprisе
Fuck' em with a sicc dicc, I don't follow rules y'all
If you trynna kick it bitch, run a game of foosball
I'm just trynna make you rich, drop a couple jewels on young niggas
Couldn't get they school on
I'm about signature money, what the fuck is you on?
Figured that only way to make it right is two wrongs
I done tried everything else and for too long
Never worked out and yet, made a nigga too strong
Bonafide, make sure that's scribbled on my tombstone
Look youngin' you'll never survive in my group home
This is for the foos, bro
Numbers don't apply here
Death is easy so if you get lucky you could die here
Live with some honor, move with some principal
If you do the crime, do the time you was sentenced to
Ratting's at an all-time high and it's crazy cuz
Half of 'em rapping now and that's who you listen to
And if the shoe fits, it was meant for you
Real nigga, I'm just doing what I'm meant to do
You wanna take it there, that wouldn't be sensible
I'll put you in that black box, censor you
And since you like to argue n shit
Go call your girl, get into an arg-u-ment
Cuz I ain't got the energy or respect
On pussy, I'm trynna fuck all I can get
Waddup!
Hands to the sky, praises to the powerful
Pride get in the way, don't let it overpower you
I can make your life golden, girl lemme shower you
Run when it get real, that's just what a coward do
Come up missin', young and don't listen
One word could make a long sentence, that's prison
I tried to teach you, they ain't want the lessons taught
Understand young man this is an aggressive art
Punish the guilty, I'mma free the innocent
Streets got a hold of me, robbed me of my innocence
All I knew was robbing sprees, I became a menace, it's
Crazy cuz I'm older now, time to put an end to this
Oou, please let me exhale
I can do a million things in this life except fail
Get locked, fuck bail
Time to do a stretch and I bet a hunnit stacks you know what gon' happen next
Think about me when you mention the best
Nothing less, heroin when in the flesh
I'm so death, it's dope
And to that last bar
Fast life, fast car
Full speed ahead, pray to God I don't crash hard
Forgive me if I treat you like the last broad
4th of July, threw a party at my backyard
Real life rap star, I don't know who you thought it was
In it for the hood bitch, I do this for all of us
Look around, find another hotter
I don't think you can
I'mma tempt you out whatever mindset you think you at
If you even blink again, I'mma punch ya eyes out
Sting, knock the bees out ya honeycomb hideout
I'm aboutta grip, let you slip, I'mma slide out
Kick you where you post at, show you how to ride out
If I ever find out you the one who tried me
I'mma make it rock with the whole block behind me

( Rappers In Prison (R.I.P.) )
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