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Fuck you niggas know about a crammed cell Working out, doing pushups, getting fan mail How you get knocked, do time and tell They gave my celly ten years for a gram sale My next case, I'm spitting on a judge, imma wild in court Slide on us, I bet you paying for it, like child support Got classy bitches, she don't smile at all, she don't vibe at all And nasty bitches, who'll rob us all and sniff a pile of raw El Salvador, bricks of powder raw stuffed inside the doors Im grinding hard, promised all my dogs still behind the wall I took a trip buying white trying to find the raw Just to sell china white to a chyna doll When we met we was on the cell block cold We did our time and came home and sold blocks whole My first brick (Repeated) My neighbourhood filthy, eastside built me The plug said I'm good, the judge said I'm guilty My first brick nigga