Ayy bro, what up?

Shit, chillin', bro, got this court shit I'm involved in

Hell nah, bro, they got me on an ankle monitor

Bitch, I can't even go nowhere

Yeah, yeah

I hope for a program, bitch

Hell yeah, but, I, I already know, bro

The points too high

I'ma holla at you though, bro

Love

I got court in the morning, I might flake

I might book, 'cause I don't wanna go back

I was playing in the streets and got jammed up (Jammed up)

With my luck (My luck) , but I refuse to go back

Know it's the consequences when you playing in the game

Take all of your freedoms, then they throw you in a cage

Locked down without a trace (No trace)

No answer phone call, no visits, no mail

Court in the morning, I might flake

I might book, 'cause I don't wanna go back

I was playing in the streets and got jammed up (Jammed up)

With my luck (My luck) , but I refuse to go back

Know it's the consequences when you playing in the game

Take all of your freedoms, then they throw you in a cage

Locked down without a trace (No trace)

No answer phone call, no visits, no mail

I was down on my dick but I refused to punch a clock

Niggas startin' gettin' shot so I stayed off the block

Me and Lil' Kareem kickin' doors for the knots

Now I'm facin' way more time than a watch

And I know, I'm only seventeen and live a crazy life

A dangerous life

I ain't sayin' what I come from, I make it right

When you hit that last lick, know what you thinkin' like

Like, "If I hit this last lick, I'ma be straight for life"

But it's consequences

When you in and got to pay the price

Now you sittin' in a cell with a stranger

Heart turned cold and your soul full of anger

Ain't no house arrest, nigga, this your [?]

With your defense, you escaped with a six-to-nine

You get in deep, fouled, then you facin' bigger time

Four to door but I guess you gotta deal with it

Back home, you not known as a real nigga

Touch down, they like, "Woah, you got real bigger"

But it's more to this life, gotta see the big picture

Gotta see the big picture, ayy