Yeah, me and them boy JT the bigger figure
Straight from West Block, St. Quentin Prison
Serving a five year sentence on a robbery case
This is to everybody I love, everybody I'm gon' miss
September 5th, 9am, courtroom team
Turned myself in, sentenced to five years on the robbery case
Can't forget the look on my woman and my mother's face
Now I'm on the Great Goose, West Block bound
32 months now, I got to lay it down
No more riding with my homies, getting high
Just reminiscing about the east side
Hit the weight, pal, try to stay in shape
By the time I get out, I have songs for 20 takes
Family visits I look forward to
And on my back I got a new tattoo
The four, the one, the five
Strength in my stride, now I gots to ride
St. Quentin Prison
One day soon I'll be home
And my kids and they mother won't be alone
Sentenced to five long years
Face will be full of those tattooed tears
Days turned to years on the compound
Never would've thought I'd be penitentiary bound
Sentenced to five long years
Face will be full of those tattooed tears
Days turned to years on the compound
Never would've thought I'd be penitentiary bound
Devastated with flows and over flooded with gangstas
Ten years then passed and now the things didn't change
Remember the ballers, remember the shot callers
Remember the times when homies was rollin' around
In them 7-7 mobbin' callers
Dome lights, phantom top with a paint for Migos
Candy paint with a slap in the back to make that beat dull
Homies listen, but ain't no need for reminiscing
Celebratin' cause all these days young men been waitin'
Strike on dates at the under spot now make it clever
9-5 cruise to my destination to make it a whole lot better
But if on this bunk I sit, I'm thinking about my grip
I had my choice to have my freedom or an extra clip
I had my choice to have my freedom or an extra clip
I chose my freedom cause I'm on my way home
Done a 10-year sale for 20 a bit, now I get to see my kid
Grow into his manhood
No more 8-9 pots with a bag of rocks
Playin' hide-and-seek for my gang of cops
Since the five long years
Face will be full of those tattooed tears
Days turned to years on the compound
Never would've thought I'd be penitentiary bound
Since the five long years
Face will be full of those tattooed tears
Days turned to years on the compound
Never would've thought I'd be penitentiary bound
I got a letter from my house, my homie just died
Seems nothing ever changes on the east side
Readin' book after book, eatin' spreads
Penitentiary lifestyles playin' with my head
Wish I never did what I done
But it's already done, and I can't run
Missin' my family and my freedom
I guess you never really know how much you really need em
My girls are growin' up to be young women
And I'm regrettin' everyday that their father's not with them




But everybody makes mistakes, we're only human
But reckless was the lifestyle I was pursuin'
Smackin' brothers, jackin' brothers
Noun every day, the more I miss my mother
I walk around with my head hangin' down
Never would've thought I'd be penitentiary bound
Since the five long years
Face will be full of those tattooed tears
Days turned to years on the compound
Never would've thought I'd be penitentiary bound
Since the five long years
Face will be full of those tattooed tears
Days turned to years on the compound
Never would've thought I'd be penitentiary bound
Since the five long years
Folksy
Days turned to years on the compound
Never would've thought I'd be penitentiary bound
Since the five long years
Solana
Days turned to years on the compound
Since the five long years