from chow call to lights out
we be beating on the tables
till they pull a knife out
from lockdown to lockdown
we beating on our chest
beat-beating on our
from chow call to lights out
we beating on the tables
till they put an eye out
lockdown lockdown
lockdown lockdown

visitation sunday
football in the tv room
button up fresh whites
fam bout to see me soon
we was at the table
blasting off tryna see the moon
black taught me how to
hum a bass line and beat a tune
real police everywhere
sneaking up the back way
package flying over razor wire
at the back gate
probably just a dummy pack
to show us where the dummies at
drops coming off the visitation yard
run it back
i seen amigo make 100 stacks
ain’t lift a finger
just chillin by his rack
doing jumping jacks
Gus Fring type cat
sorta type cast
5 guys within arms reach
of where the knife’s at
never sleep
that’s the cousin of dirt
plus i’m bout to get my visit
don’t get blood on my shirt
i just be minding my own business
i know nothing of worth
we just be rappin
ain’t no cappin
no one has to get hurt ugh
“fight!”

from chow call to lights out
we be beating on the tables
till they pull a knife out
from lockdown to lockdown
we beating on our chest
beat-beating on our
from chow call to lights out
we beating on the tables
till they put an eye out
lockdown lockdown
lockdown lockdown

shift change D block
black was on the beat box
laundry man dropping off
state whites and clean socks
it’s store day shaking shams
by the tree spot
just dropped 10 pack of tops
on some reebok’s
tat man toothpaste cap
that’s an ink top
hotrail top bunk
holler if they see cops
SB’s send a crash dummy
when the seats hot
junkies in the corner sharing rigs
for a free wash
one time everywhere
boots on the ground shit
slipping on the blood puddles
right where they found kid
goon squad coming in
whole camp surrounded
face down on the mat
bet not make a sound shit
or catch a stick to the dome
get your crown split
silence turn violent real quick
when the ground shift
we just tryna rap
get daps and some pounds
shit now we bout to burn this bitch down with the township

from chow call to lights out
we be beating on the tables
till they pull a knife out
from lockdown to lockdown
we beating on our chest
beat-beating on our
from chow call to lights out
we beating on the tables
till they put an eye out
lockdown lockdown
lockdown lockdown
from chow call to lights out
we be beating on the tables
till they pull a knife out
from lockdown to lockdown
lockdown lockdown
lockdown lockdown