Million-Dollar Nigga (Pt.#2)

Shit... is this... prison OH FUCK, PCK on the track

Fuck you mean no bond? Fuck you mean this might take long?

Shit, but? nigga on the yard good I ain't no punk, fuck with me get slumped

I hate Prison, extra food's a scrimmage, gotta buy a shank

Finally got that shank, made a vest from paper, now its yard time

Meet up with my Gang, Prince C 4KINGz we talking and shit (yuh)

 

Then I see a dude he's staring and shit, gay ass nigga shit

so, I whip that shank, Fat nigga thinks I'm playing, my nigga's hold me back

Nigga ain't so funny, so I stabbed his fat, nigga bleeding out

I say "Fuck you rip off Shaq" nigga getting mad

crawling to my ass so I stomp his shit, guards come running, taking me

 

this shit solitary, I'm in there primary, shit lost track of time, then the come to get me

Could not be a month, said I'm looking skinny, joking at my trial

nigga going home, OG bribed the judge, so he accepted bond

nigga smoking up, and I'm drinking up, I'm glad to be out

Bitches giving me clout, ain't no reason to pout, but i walk outside

see a whip pulling up... shit its those bitch niggas so i run and duck

 

Guns blazing, see my cousin shot, but im out of ammo and i just got out

so I had to leave, crying in my sleeve, that shits my pet peeve

nigga waited for us to slip...