| Too dehydrated to cry, wonderin why
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| You scheme and you lie, hopin I die
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| Said I talk a lot of shit, but we all keep box strips
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| Searches find nothin, where’s my hot pot
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| Wake me up at 5:30 in the morning, want to box
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| Run away like a little bitch, come back with bigger Glocks
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| Grab my pen, law work, pussy put in grievances
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| Pack your shit, transfer, got me shackled head to toe
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| I can’t move my legs but, they don’t give a fuck though
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| I don’t give a fuck so, no one give a fuck now
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| Tear 1, tear 2, tear 3, I’m upset
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| Special housing unit said, I made some death threats
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| They wasn’t really death threats, okay yeah they were death threats
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| But it wasn’t like I stabbed the C.O., in his fucking neck
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| I only want peace but he had to show some respect
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| And my people on the outside do squeeze tecs
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| He gotta leave here cause, this ain’t where he’s livin
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| He can’t just be beatin on me cause I’m in prison
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| Nah, nah
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| Too dehydrated to cry, wonderin why
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| You scheme and you lie, hopin I die
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| Too dehydrated to cry, wonderin why
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| You scheme and you lie, hopin I die |