its all up in your mind
locked up doing county time
jefitas aint trippin cuz atleast ur off dope
unlike the jefe, shes still got hope-
making sheets into rope
need a way to cope
so cold and empty inside
blug raggin til you die
all the homies seen you cry
when ur partner flew to the sky
still there wondering why
your your lil man wont wila reply
you left him wanting a jefe
began to respect the homies from the efe
and still you blame everyone else
for your unfortunate self.
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