Testo Prison

Featuring Rome Clientel
Prod. by ATG

(Hook x2)
Facin 25 to life behind bars
No hope for parole, they refuse to let me go
Stuck in here forever and today this is wrong
My county blues inspired a prison song
(Verse)
In this game it's a crime to change
Whether you know it or not
Fiends expect you to always be the same
The put you in a box you can never grow out of
They say you sold out ‘cause you went along without er
Brought it in your fam bases considered a sin
By the same support system that wanted you to win
They call you Hollywood and crucify you on the blogs
When the world start lovin you they say you fallin off
White kids stopped buying your records, your music soft
The more money you make is when you lose it all
I thought being the honest would give me free range
To rap about everything, to them it seems strange You came in here thugging, you can't be political
Talk about women you love it, but ain't lyrical
And if you underground or do a dope song with Plies
In they eyes you done met your demise, it's no surprise
And all the dues you paid me nothing
But one time you was batin 1000, now you just slumpin
Basically the bars you spittin became a prison
Locked in, never to leave, man listen

(Hook x2)
Facin 25 to life behind bars
No hope for parole, they refuse to let me go
Stuck in here forever and today this is wrong
My county blues inspired a prison song

(Verse)
Feel like I wish I had more time to clock, I be locked up
These lines see the pop up, ashuned but I'm not stuck
It's kinda insane, working 60+ hours is lame
When my kids thinkin they dad just a dude in a frame
Tried to maintain, tried disappearin like Dave Blaine
But it's Groundhog's Day, every day is the same day
My wife won't see me at all, not even my thank day
Grinding so hard, I feel like I work in the Chain Gang
She said that she understand but my kids – they just don't get it
Niggas is Hollywood ‘cause they actin and don't live it
This rappin is gonna get it, keep tellin myself
But I keep sellin myself short with relevant wealth
In the middle of disaster, I'm wishin that I'm Casper
Tryna disappear in the mist, then see a pastor
I'm tryna move out, nigga andale, faster
Apprentice for so long, I'll never be a master
Losin my breath, it's like there's jello in my chest
Do good and do that fast, it's like I'm on the meth
Front the Grim Reaper hoodie so much they call me Death
You see me on the break when I'm smoking them cigarettes

(Hook x2)
Facin 25 to life behind bars
No hope for parole, they refuse to let me go
Stuck in here forever and today this is wrong
My county blues inspired a prison song