Lyrics Penitentiary Chances - Sha Hef

Penitentiary Chances

Hundred Round in this mutherfucker
Rich get richer and the poor get poorer, man
Ain’t nothin' we can do about that shit, you heard
A broke man once said money ain’t everything
I couldn’t relate to the nigga
I ain’t gon' lie to you
My biggest wars was in the courthouse
My shooters trained to go and take the force out
.357 with the short snout
Only want the chicken, so I had to cut the pork out
We don’t beef, water whippin' only time I bring a fork out
I’m from a block where fiends comin' with shorts
And you ain’t got them paid lawyers, you get hung in them courts
So fuck jumpin', a nigga damn near ran off the porch
Hot boy, niggas know I’m known to handle the torch (Yeah)
I’m with the Tommy clappers, I’m in the hall of fame with a lot of Packers
Magnums on me, ain’t talkin' rubbers, but packin' body catchers (Yeah)
Return of the body snatchers, we bang the hood like we colorblind
Don’t call it beef unless your mother cry
Or somebody mother die, so it’s always fuck the other side (Yeah)
I became a man the day my brother died (Rest in peace)
That’s on God, I serve several fiends
My work fire, it jump higher than Gerald Green
You war with us, the only thing you see is several beams (Brr, brr)
I been stuck in this ghetto dream since a ghetto teen