They got me locked in spofford the lil juvenile criminal
Two kids approach to put blades to my throat
They like my coat and ask me what iand'm gonna do for that
Give it up? huh you donand't believe that
So i threw on my hood pulled out the banger
Swung it at the kids that put me in danger
They put away them blades and said
andquot;why it gotta be like that?andquot;
Cause you get a little ox and donand't know how to act
Yeah, now i got props, and iand'm runnin shit
And when it comes to phone time, you donand't get none of it
So sit back and just chill
Before you make a lil nigga have to get, ill
Only got a month left, so i gotta be on my best
But yet and still herb niggaz wanna put me to the test
So i wild, with a blade and a kool-aid smile
Let the juvenile catch wreck for a sec
Damn, i wish i could put my hands on a
Nice-ass tec, and blow a nigga to babylon
But if you donand't, got a knuckle game thatand's a damn shame
Nigga ? for, they got you washin drawers
But i refuse, cause i got nuttin to lose
Props i gotta earn, plus i gotta pay my dues
So in the meantime, i got a ox in my pocket
They got me locked in spofford
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
To spofford, and jvand's worse than rikers
Adolescents that ball hardcore
With the criminal minded juveniles
The real lil niggaz step out of the piles
And iand'm not takin no shorts while iand'm up here
Spit em up, gem stars, but ainand't no scars here
Protective custodyand's got mines
No type of help, iand'm in here for self
And so i got locked up on a one to two
On the bus, catchin beef with mad crews
Run my shoes, fuck that, iand'm goin out kid
But not too buckwild, cause i gotta finish my bid
Four times, for my peoples up from the and'bridge
Here, it takes a lot of heart to live
Behind bars, child correction
Trapped in the buckwild ? east section
They got me smokin the death sticks
Niggaz got me fightin for my life, cause shit is real
Shorty kill a man got locked down
You want a buck sixty, you betta betta back down
On the streets a hood, but in here
Youand're up to no damn good, nigga i wish you would
Try to take mines, and try to shank mines
Shorty corrupt, thereand's no stoppin me
Even in jail, i tear shit up
And when i get out, itand's gonna get worse
The devil in the flesh
Iand'm puttin hammers on a hearse
So while iand'm in here, donand't forget my name
Ainand't shit changed, iand'm still the motherfuckin same
I couldnand't bitch up when i got here
Cell wreck, i got shit locked here
One more month iand'm goin uptown
To the big pen, and iand'ma still win
Cause jail is my life, and i like it here
Ainand't no rules, you can do what you like in here
Jailhouse blues, i miss the ghetto
C.o.and's think theyand're five-ohand's with no heat
So what am i to do when they step
Put em in check, and throw hands with a redneck
And now i got a little crew to watch my back
Lunchtime comes huh, you ainand't gettin none of that
Cause i got shit sewn up real tight
Not one bit of fright, while iand'm locked in spofford
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
Locked down, they got me locked down
Damn, they got me locked down
