Same Time

I heard so many stories, guess I'm here now

Every days a fishbowl, I'm gettin' stare downs

So this is three hots and a cot?

A bunky I don't know and some funky cell block?

Guess I'll stay to myself and if they try me I'll pop

Since I was tiny I could box, but I ain't tryna get shot

And everybody look grimy, I gotta find me a OX

They asking if I'm homie or I'm cuz but I'm not

I'm NFL, guess it's time I find me a slot

Yo, who controlling these phones? I gotta dial back home

How you write a letter, where you get the paper?

How much is a stamp? How you mail it out player?

Damn, this shit fucked up, really fucked up

I'm super hungry, but the shit for lunch, yuck

And one CO got it in for me, I got tough luck

Think I used to rough his nephew up on that yellow bus

I wonder if my girl living right

A OG told me never call in the morning or night

He said the afternoon safe, that's when she'll speak clear

Cause if a nigga spent the night, he probably still there

I play chess with my homie in the wheelchair

Never once asked him how he got in there

I never beat him either, but shit I don't care

Them stories that he tell make me feel like I got up outta here

Every morning I'm out there on the count

Every evening I'm in here thinking 'bout

How the judge really gave me that amount

And how old I'ma be when I get out

Why the fuck I'm here

In here at the same time

But we don't do the same time

In here at the same time

But we don't do the same time

I'm in and out this place every couple years

Face tatted wit a couple tears

Yelling at some faggot on the upper tier

He keep crying through the night like "why the fuck I'm here?"

Nigga deal with it, I keep my gun close

And anybody face I peel with it, it's real rigid

Commissary never a problem, my locker packed

And if I ain't got it then you got a snack, holla back

I'm finna hit the yard, lift the entire rack

Today I'm doing chest and back

Extra pack of sticks on the juggle from a redskin fumble

How wild is that?

When it come to the playoffs, the Giants snap

Got a kite and a flick from this Guyanese bitch I used to fuck with dreads

She getting fucked in my head

New fresh batch of hooch on the way, a nigga twisted

Extra toothpaste, my next visit keep my breath hidden

My brother solved my problem in the other house

Some newcomer runnin' his mouth, so he ran in his mouth

And If he wanna take it further, them hammers is out

You know my name and what my handle about, what's up?

In here at the same time

But we don't do the same time

In here at the same time

But we don't do the same time