All my niggas in the feds
Locked down
With no bail
Said he was real
But wasn’t prepared
Had yo back
To they trew you the chair
Oh well
All my niggas in the pen
Gone do your time
It don’t cost nothing
To free yo mind
Think before you act
And stay on your grind
Your grind
Yea
Ten years
That ain’t shit to me
I could do that shit
Standing on both feet
Wiped the tears from his mom’s eyes
She ain’t had no sleep
Crying and bills hitting like next week
Got problems on her mind
But she can’t do shit
With no lawyer
He trough with
Called every one he knew
Even some ex’s
Caller rejected
No money on his books
Calling collect shit
Ain’t nobody picking up
On the other end
Now he yelling at the deputy
Like he put him in
A dire situation
All my niggas in the feds
Locked down
With no bail
Said he was real
But wasn’t prepared
Had yo back
To they trew you the chair
Oh well
All my niggas in the pen
Gone do your time
It don’t cost nothing
To free yo mind
Think before you act
And stay on your grind
All my niggas in the feds
Locked down
With no bail
Said he was real
But wasn’t prepared
Had yo back
To they trew you the chair
Oh well
All my niggas in the pen
Gone do your time
It don’t cost nothing
To free yo mind
Think before you act
And stay on your grind
Your grind