Lock Down

[Hook] It's still the same thang, once again About's to get the chain, headed back in The concrete jungle, is my new home now So I gotta get ready to rumble, cause I'm on lock down [Trae] How the fuck could they do it to my brother, busta judge got him locked in a cell Only means of communication, is a code through the mail 24/7-3/65, for the rest of his life Gotta be ready, just in case a ride break through the night Keeping money on his books, so he can get his hustle on I feel I'm headed to the gates, so he don't have to be alone And if I gotta catch the chain, thangs ain't gon be the same Shank on side of my hip, to go off in a nigga frame Over chow or my kicks, or respect of the matter Just mind your own and go on, nigga fuck if you badder Daydreaming and plus I'm paranoid, missing my child A good guy gone wild, with life read on his file I can't take it the thought of me leaving, this world forever Never to see my fam, only wishing to get a letter On lock, praying that this is only a dream The ride that I thought I took, really ain't what it seem [Bridge] I'm on lock, and all I want is pictures and mail To make my time fly by, while I'm stuck in a cell I'm on lock, and don't even know if I'm coming home But I'ma take what I deserve, and go off when they in my zone - 2x [Hook - 2x] [Boss] I'm on lock in my 6-by-8, straight from the streets To the steal gates, they got a nigga eating on steal plates I caught that chain, thinking my mama gon come and get me It was only a matter of time, them bars close swiftly Young nigga known to run the H, on across the jail gates I'm contemplating, of running my shank into my cell mate Reminiscing back, when I was hustling out attics Now it's only concrete walls, and banging on bowling alleys Niggas'll untwist your cap, for fresh bag of them chaps Let me see what you look like, or get you more than some slaps We was able to have cigarettes, but they took that and the weights away Now I find myself shooting out kites, to pass my time away Orange P's and toothpaste, got me feeling a high Stole off on the state guard, niggas was jumping fly Two shishcabob sticks up, for my niggas that ride I do everything from the left side, taking it to your chest high [Bridge - 2x] [Hook - 2x] [Mack Biggers] I'm on lock, but I'm well connected From the Clarke to the Brae', niggas respect it or check it H-Town niggas stand up, Mack Biggers known to man up Ice water, when it's time to go on put my hands up And can't wait to, take it to the yard My fiber glass sharpened game sick, I'll take it to your squad And fuck, what you niggas is thinking Still repping the block, from the streets to the Penn I'm still repping the block Fuck the C.O.'s, and C.O.3's I do my time on my dick head, eat on these No meal and no flicks fuck it, I ain't tripping P.O.A. got a nigga, staying focused on a million It's Guerilla Emmet, so I run with the Maab You niggas is pussy cowards, y'all can't run from the mob It's wreck time my nigga, won't y'all come to the yard And Y-Town to H-Town, nigga just get in your squad [Bridge - 2x] [Hook - 2x]