| Baby on the way then I caught my case
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| I went on the run and gave myself some time to think
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| Sitting in my cell, all I did was pray
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| Call home once a week and tell my people I’m okay
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| Ask me if I’m stressing I say hell naw I’m straight
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| But you can tell the difference cause it’s written on my face
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| I’ve been working out, I’ve been gaining weight
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| I been having dreams about the day they crack the gate
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| Ain’t send me no mail, pregnant with my baby girl
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| Planned to take over the world I just ended up in jail
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| Writing down my plans hoping I don’t hit the pen
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| Drop a thousand on my books and trust me I’ll be back again
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| Shit ain’t looking good, still I keep the faith
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| Sittin' in this county jail tryna fight my case
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| Running through these fades, I just miss my daughter face
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| They bring me out my cell sixty minutes everyday
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| Back and forth to court, bank on niggas in these tanks
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| Laughin with my homies bout them days when we was raised
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| You only down the street but seem so far away
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| As I’m sitting in this county jail tryna fight my case |