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Spittin and cussin you know Im p*ssed, with these iron braclets on my fkin
wrists,
And Im headed for the county, with all of you mother fkers all around me,
Dressed in my original county blue, with my fresh as* do rag and my rubber
shoes.
Sixth months in a cement bedroom, make friends fast make em fkin soon .
Five months left and I dont even smoke, ciaggarettes like money, so I guess Im
broke.
Drop two months Im down to four, with the homies playin spades on the dirty as*
floor,
Chillin with my home boy Bruno, hangin out at the rec we was playin uno,
And this crack heads gonna try and take my seat, so I whipped his as* and I
caught another week.
Now Im starin at a plastic fork, cuz the next five days Im in the hole.
One month left and Im goin kinda thin and theres stubbles on my god d*mn chin
Three days good time I guess I lucked out, my time is done let me the fk out,
No more talkin my c*ck down,
Ill go fk me a b*tch, cuz I outta this lockdown, lockdown (echos off)