Stuck Inside
I don't want to see nobody
I don't want to hear from nobody, nentiendes?
Look it, you got a son
I got nothing, carnal
I got nothing
I got this
And the only thing I have to think about is doing my time and not letting the time do me, que no?
Got me stuck inside
A gangster life that I know
They know I'mma ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Nowhere to hide
From this gangster life that I know
I have to ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
That's what he said on his way to his cell
Living in the devil's playground, the first look of hell
Knew it was his destiny ever since he was 12
Sneaking drugs behind a shelf one day he'll end up in jail
Bumping SPM, he's that Mexican
Ten years later, Donald Trump is the president
Now the family is gone he has nobody left
Lost respect for everybody in any kind of vest
He's been stuck for so long that he don't know what is wrong
I see his life firsthand and he write it down for a song
I'm the voice to his story, the pen for his words
Said prison feels like home now and freedom's the worst
All he knows are the streets so he sleeps there
Like we all know to breathe when we need air
He needed iron bars just to feel safe
He knew he'd make it home by making another mistake, damn
Got me stuck inside
A gangster life that I know
They know I'mma ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Nowhere to hide
From this gangster life that I know
I have to ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Jail cells, drug sales, a scarface fantasy living life to the fullest
Dodging bullets, never hesitate to pull the hammer back
Hollow tips, no fingerprints
Pounded pavement for easy payments, the bar he raised it
Razor fade, locs for the shade paint cans for the spray
Tag his hood up in rival neighborhoods
Disrespectful, no love his heart is cold
Stone like the rocks so patrolling avenues for fumes
Throw your hood up, get bullied if you repping the wrong set
Chin check, chest sweat, dripping sweat
Every move that he made rush and roulette
Never let the opposition place him in submissions
Steady wishing that they would so he can run them up
Buck at them fucks, check the luck still stuck in the life that he owns, yeah
Got me stuck inside
A gangster life that I know
They know I'mma ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Nowhere to hide
From this gangster life that I know
I have to ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
69, 45, 3 his number in the system
It took time, but he knew that they would get him
The charge that he caught slinging dope in the streets
They never could prove he was blasting packing heat
A setup wasn't noticed till he borders on that vengeance
Grown a little colder, but he knows that it's too reckless
That time in his eyes for crimes they didn't catch
Patience was a virtue he knew that he'd be back
Working out, reading books letting time pass
The return had them shook, he has them outclassed
Más inteligente un poco más cabron
Todavía quiere una feria, pero nunca un ladrón
Quiere ser el hombre que sus hijos merecen
Sabe de la burla modos de la gente
Así es el odio, la envidia
Sangre, hermano, camina la vida
Got me stuck inside
A gangster life that I know
They know I'mma ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Nowhere to hide
From this gangster life that I know
I have to ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
I don't want to hear from nobody, nentiendes?
Look it, you got a son
I got nothing, carnal
I got nothing
I got this
And the only thing I have to think about is doing my time and not letting the time do me, que no?
Got me stuck inside
A gangster life that I know
They know I'mma ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Nowhere to hide
From this gangster life that I know
I have to ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
That's what he said on his way to his cell
Living in the devil's playground, the first look of hell
Knew it was his destiny ever since he was 12
Sneaking drugs behind a shelf one day he'll end up in jail
Bumping SPM, he's that Mexican
Ten years later, Donald Trump is the president
Now the family is gone he has nobody left
Lost respect for everybody in any kind of vest
He's been stuck for so long that he don't know what is wrong
I see his life firsthand and he write it down for a song
I'm the voice to his story, the pen for his words
Said prison feels like home now and freedom's the worst
All he knows are the streets so he sleeps there
Like we all know to breathe when we need air
He needed iron bars just to feel safe
He knew he'd make it home by making another mistake, damn
Got me stuck inside
A gangster life that I know
They know I'mma ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Nowhere to hide
From this gangster life that I know
I have to ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Jail cells, drug sales, a scarface fantasy living life to the fullest
Dodging bullets, never hesitate to pull the hammer back
Hollow tips, no fingerprints
Pounded pavement for easy payments, the bar he raised it
Razor fade, locs for the shade paint cans for the spray
Tag his hood up in rival neighborhoods
Disrespectful, no love his heart is cold
Stone like the rocks so patrolling avenues for fumes
Throw your hood up, get bullied if you repping the wrong set
Chin check, chest sweat, dripping sweat
Every move that he made rush and roulette
Never let the opposition place him in submissions
Steady wishing that they would so he can run them up
Buck at them fucks, check the luck still stuck in the life that he owns, yeah
Got me stuck inside
A gangster life that I know
They know I'mma ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Nowhere to hide
From this gangster life that I know
I have to ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
69, 45, 3 his number in the system
It took time, but he knew that they would get him
The charge that he caught slinging dope in the streets
They never could prove he was blasting packing heat
A setup wasn't noticed till he borders on that vengeance
Grown a little colder, but he knows that it's too reckless
That time in his eyes for crimes they didn't catch
Patience was a virtue he knew that he'd be back
Working out, reading books letting time pass
The return had them shook, he has them outclassed
Más inteligente un poco más cabron
Todavía quiere una feria, pero nunca un ladrón
Quiere ser el hombre que sus hijos merecen
Sabe de la burla modos de la gente
Así es el odio, la envidia
Sangre, hermano, camina la vida
Got me stuck inside
A gangster life that I know
They know I'mma ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Nowhere to hide
From this gangster life that I know
I have to ride
Like I'mma die if I don't
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Pacheco
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