Damn.. what I'mma do now? When I Annotateget free.. oh sh*t!

Get free.. yeah yeah

When I get free, motherf**kers better watch they a**

Soon as I get released, I'mma clock some cash

Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street

There'll be trouble when they see me

Them b**ches is foul, take a look at the evening news

You'll see a ni**a gettin cuffed by the boys in blue

Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck

These motherf**kers tryin to dirty up my name, but

I'm slippin quick as the wind, it's me or them

F**k friends my foes be on a mission tryin to do me in

F**k 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft

I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off

Why are you niggas tryin to test me trick?

And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me b**ch

Main thang was to make a ni**a meal ticket

Only if you with the real, the ni**a will kick it

I'll enforce it with the steel use the lessons that I learned in jail

Rule one: f**k a busta he can burn in Hell

Network with connects that I got in the pen

In no time I'll be clockin again

+ J. Valentine's harmonizing

Still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past

Tryin to figure how a ni**a turned dreams into cash

Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side

My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died

And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe

Me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze

Cause she keep on callin me baby

To a young motherf**ker facin eighty that's enough to make you crazy

Now how long will it take, to get her hooked

Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks

I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives the van

Ain't no disguise I'mma die as a man

If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell

All them niggas that was frontin while I sat up in the cell

Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned your misery

The ni**a you don't wanna see

+ J. Valentine's harmonizing

Stuck in my cell

The pen ain't nuttin like the county jail

When will they let me bail?

Walkin through the yard, I play the God

First ni**a disrespect me first ni**a gettin scarred

I'm, back on the scene

I'm hittin knees in the back of a limousine, puffin on w**d

As we game on the drunk hoes

Hit the skunk I reminisce just on the way

We used to play, you punk hoes

What I posess is to be rich, in currency

Paranoid niggas like b**ches when they come and see me

Laid out, played out, the ni**a barely breathin

As for that bullshit punk, ni**a n-now we even

But I wait, until it's time

And try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime

This life of mine.. until I get free

My prophecy is niggas screamin, as if they bleed in agony

As soon as they popped my gate

I knew these motherf**kers made a mistake

+ J. Valentine's harmonizing

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When I get free

Hahaha.. yeah ni**a, when I get motherf**kin free

Pop the gate, I'm back baby!

When I get free.. we up out this b**ch