| Oh, ooh, ooh, oh
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| Trill got the juice, nigga
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| Salute
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| Ayy, I’m in this motherfuckin' four, four by four cell
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| Man, I just runnin' around hittin' licks
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| Lookin' in mirrors and shit
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| No Christmases, no Thanksgiving, this shit here get sad
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| No 4th of July, man, I swear your ass’ll be mad
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| Just thinkin' 'bout what you need to do and turnin' up with your gang
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| And how you miss 'em and they miss you too, but you cannot hang
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| Don’t talk about them holidays, no holidays
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| I was locked up for them holidays, no holidays
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| No holidays, hey
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| No holidays, no holidays
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| Imagine bein' locked up for all of your holidays
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| Bitch, it’s Thanksgiving, wait, damn, bruh, it’s Christmas?
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| I woke up in the same damn mat, and this food ain’t delicious
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| I knew if I was out though, my dawg’s mama’d be whippin'
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| She’d be cookin' that good food, all in that kitchen
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| Bitch, I’m in the can (Ayy, uh)
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| Lookin' in the mirror like wait, find yourself
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| Man, you really need to find yourself
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| Don’t need to depend on no one else
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| And they tryna tell me line up for lunch
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| I don’t wanna eat that shit right there, that shit ain’t really brunch (Uh-uh)
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| They puttin' other shit in that food, oh, damn you
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| Don’t let them crackers lock you up and then program you
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| The government is really dirty, ayy
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| They lockin' all of them young niggas who thuggin' in the trenches
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| Front with them 30s, huh
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| But them niggas just gotta get it
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| 'Cause that’s how they’re livin' and that’s how it goes, huh
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| Them niggas just tryna get it
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| They tryna get money, don’t fuck on these hoes
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| No Christmases, no Thanksgiving, this shit here get sad
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| No 4th of July, man, I swear your ass’ll be mad
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| Just thinkin' 'bout what you need to do and turnin' up with your gang
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| And how you miss 'em and they miss you too, but you cannot hang
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| Don’t talk about them holidays, no holidays
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| I was locked up for them holidays, no holidays
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| No holidays, hey
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| No holidays, no holidays
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| Imagine bein' locked up for all of your holidays
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| This turkey dry as fuck, don’t wanna eat it (Don't eat it, ayy)
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| No pussy in this cell, I had to beat it (Had to masturbate)
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| I’m in the science classroom learnin' 'bout a fetus ('Bout a baby)
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| Spray Gildan Bob Barker, no Adidas (No Adidas on)
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| My young niggas still out there with them heaters (With them 40 Glocks)
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| No Juvy, still out here trainin' them eaters (Trainin' them ratchet hoes)
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| Can’t sleep at night, can’t sleep at night
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| Can’t sleep at night, oh no, no, no
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| They don’t wanna see a nigga make it out this cell
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| I can see it in their eyes (Yeah)
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| Are you surprised? |
| (Are you surprised?)
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| That we made it this far? |
| (We made it this far?)
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| They don’t wanna see you make it (Wanna see you make it)
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| But they know that you a star
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| Told you, Melly baby want get faded
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| You can be Freddy, fuck nigga, I’m Jason
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| All these ratchet young niggas chasin'
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| Say he got a feelin', lil' nigga, better face it, yeah, yeah
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| They don’t make guns in jail
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| You better learn how to take the L
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| I pray to God I prevail, fuck it, the judge wish me well
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| Ain’t no holidays when you in that cell
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| It ain’t no holiday that can save you
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| No Christmases, no Thanksgiving, this shit here get sad
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| No 4th of July, man, I swear your ass’ll be mad
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| Just thinkin' 'bout what you need to do and turnin' up with your gang
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| And how you miss 'em and they miss you too, but you cannot hang
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| Don’t talk about them holidays, no holidays
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| I was locked up for them holidays, no holidays
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| No holidays, hey
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| No holidays, no holidays
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| Imagine bein' locked up for all of your holidays |