Lock Down (Basement Cuts)

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spittin and cussin and you know i'm pissed
with them iron bracelets on my fuckin wrists
and i'm headed for the county
with doghnut eatin futha fuckas all around me
dressed in my original county blue
from my fresh due rag and the rubber shoes
six months in a cement bedroom
make friends fast make them fuckin soon
5 months left i dont even smoke
cigaretts are like money so i guess i'm broke
drop 2 months i'm down to 4
with the homies playin spades on the dirty ass floor
chillin by my home boy bruno
hanging out at the rec and we was playin uno
and this crack heads gonna try and take my seat
so i whipped his ass and i cought another week
now i'm starin at a plastic bowl
cuz the next 5 days i'm in the hole
1 month left and i'm growin kinda
and there's stubbles on my god dam chin
3days good time,i guess i lucked out
my time is done,let me the fuck out
no more talkin my cock down
i'll go fuck me a bitch
cuz i'm outta this lock down (echos off)


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