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Lyrics

1st Verse
Monogamy in Hollis, Queens, swallowed semen
It was so epic it should be up in the Coliseum
Little graphic but the truth is how I call, I see it
and for the sake of time nigga, we should just all agree it
Right, Yeah? Okay then
a bottle of cold gin, a model, a slow grin
death is in the air
and when I feel it dawg it's best to interfere
I aint dyin tonight, in the south this is not my home
the cops make me feel like a hostage yo
move ahead? that's impossible
when the sins of the past 'gon block the road
I mock the cold
my heart so froze it's up top the globe
catch me riding with some white boys that'll pop your dome
visions of my dead body layin top a throne
months of sleepin on couches, I ain't gotta home
if you ain't know, nigga now you aughta know
the funky feelin that your not alone
smokin weed just to calm the tone
overdosin on some Tylenol
"this is the last fuckin headache motherfucker!" 
as  grind my jaws, in a war tryna hide my flaws
In a war tryna find my cause
ridin with my boys, no time to stall
ridin with my boys, no time to fall
all these things in my head as I sit in a cell
sick as hell, wishin that the sickle fell
on my head, full of dread
don't judge me, please don't judge me
dreads just ugly
Feds just love me!
Lookin uncool in my jumpsuit, fuck you
when a month's through I'll be back on the hunt
you want, you front 
lose your front tooth, punk move
feelin uncouth, I'll be done soon
uh, smooth...

Chorus
Sittin in the cell boy!
I aint known to fail boy!
I aint known to tell,
tell the system to go to hell...
Cause I aint goin back, I'm goin in, no holdin back
cause I aint goin back, I'm goin in, no holdin back

Sittin in the cell boy!
I aint known to fail boy!
I aint known to tell,
tell the system to go to hell...
Cause I aint goin back (X's 3)

I'm sick, momma mia
flow is Gonorrhea, got my Honda keyed up
by this drama diva, I ain't call or see her
follow me or holler V, I come in rollin all the weed up
flow is Jalapeno, for the dollar, C-note, nigga I been evil
lust and lies make a man half dead
bloody knuckles, wrapped head
injuries of past debts
access my assets, ratchets
comin with the mask then
"Gimme every fuckin  piece of cash bitch!"
Ahead of my years, like I had a daughter
had a baby momma, but I had divorced her
stole my kid in ran to Georgia in a battered Porsha
it was mad unfortunate
stole a spaceship, crashed and Saturn's forces
made me Animorph-ish
and I turned into a Beast
X-man in the sheets, with your freak after she
decided you were lame dude, ain't cool
angel could hate you, ain't you a sack of shit
flow is like a bag of bricks
Smack you in the teeth, now they call you gum boy
I stretch your girl like Gumby 
I told you she would hump me
and I'm black and ugly
how that feel dawg? Hell nah
sever life rhyming words like
LTOP with shell shocked and sell pot
yellin "Kill Cops!".... I'm paranoid
they come up in my house lookin mad annoyed
hear cannon noise
my life never mattered boys
all these things in my head sittin in a cell
sick as hell, wish the sickle fell
on my head, full of dread
don't judge me, please don't judge me
dreads just ugly
Feds just love me!
Lookin uncool in my jumpsuit, fuck you
when a month's through I'll be back on the hunt
you want, you front 
lose your front tooth
punk move, feelin uncouth, I'll be done soon
uh, smooth...

Chorus

Goin' Back

East Coast spirit living on the West Coast. 

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