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Featuring Rome Clientel Prod. by ATG (Hook x2) Facin 25 to life behind bars No hope for parole, they refuse to let me go Stuck in here forever and today this is wrong My county blues inspired a prison song (Verse) In this game it’s a crime to change Whether you know it or not Fiends expect you to always be the same The put you in a box you can never grow out of They say you sold out ‘cause you went along without er Brought it in your fam bases considered a sin By the same support system that wanted you to win They call you Hollywood and crucify you on the blogs When the world start lovin you they say you fallin off White kids stopped buying your records, your music soft The more money you make is when you lose it all I thought being the honest would give me free range To rap about everything, to them it seems strange You came in here thugging, you can’t be political Talk about women you love it, but ain’t lyrical And if you underground or do a dope song with Plies Letras de cancionesIn they eyes you done met your demise, it’s no surprise And all the dues you paid me nothing But one time you was batin 1000, now you just slumpin Basically the bars you spittin became a prison Locked in, never to leave, man listen (Hook x2) Facin 25 to life behind bars No hope for parole, they refuse to let me go Stuck in here forever and today this is wrong My county blues inspired a prison song (Verse) Feel like I wish I had more time to clock, I be locked up These lines see the pop up, ashuned but I’m not stuck It’s kinda insane, working 60+ hours is lame When my kids thinkin they dad just a dude in a frame Tried to maintain, tried disappearin like Dave Blaine But it’s Groundhog’s Day, every day is the same day My wife won’t see me at all, not even my thank day Grinding so hard, I feel like I work in the Chain Gang She said that she understand but my kids – they just don’t get it Niggas is Hollywood ‘cause they actin and don’t live it This rappin is gonna get it, keep tellin myself But I keep sellin myself short with relevant wealth In the middle of disaster, I’m wishin that I’m Casper Tryna disappear in the mist, then see a pastor I’m tryna move out, nigga andale, faster Apprentice for so long, I’ll never be a master Losin my breath, it’s like there’s jello in my chest Do good and do that fast, it’s like I’m on the meth Front the Grim Reaper hoodie so much they call me Death You see me on the break when I’m smoking them cigarettes (Hook x2) Facin 25 to life behind bars No hope for parole, they refuse to let me go Stuck in here forever and today this is wrong My county blues inspired a prison song From Letras Mania