Locked Up chords and lyrics - CYSSERO

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[Verse 1]
[D]I'm waiting in my cold cell
When the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life
And it doesn't have much time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is where I stay at now
Behind them bars
This ain't no place to play at now
Ain't no eights to spray caps now,
it's all knuckles
Niggas livin' weights in the yard,
they all muscle
Gotta keep your heart up,
gotta keep your guard up
And if not,
then you mimes will hang it all up
And I dare these cats to act on me,
but I gotta push, ride,
and I gotta whack on me
I grind doin' my time, so I live it out
Get H on the visit, swallow it,
then shit it out
Yeah, and it's all automatic
Only ride with your squad,
keep far from the faggots
And keep distant from the snitches
And you don't go nowhere near them
if they mention that they bitches
And fuck if that's your man or boy
He get his manhood, took things,
your man no more
For sure, that's another niggas bitch
And he fuckin' and suckin'
another niggas dick
And you might be dishwashing,
clean out the bowls
Stay on your Ps and Qs,
they don't clean out the hole
And you don't wanna be in there,
it's dark and cold
And they waitin' for you to bitch,
so don't stalk the fool
That mean if somebody touch you,
poke him the fuck up
Shove some to his skin, open the fuck up
I'm locked down but I
ain't here to stay
It's hard livin',
I [Dm]ain't here to play
I'm locked [D]down, locked down
We was stayin' to [G]fall,
it's not [D]in my nature to fall
So I'm standin' tall, I'm locked down
And grown men cry with grown men
Take grown [Dm]men lives, I'm locked down
[D]In your hand is your wife and hai[G]r
Man, you [D]don't wanna do life in here
Locked [G]down
A [D]couple years deep,
a couple tears deep
Hooked up with niggas,
I'm a couple pairs deep
Reflecting back on my first jail date
Made a fuckin' example
out my first cellmate
Uh, and it's kinda scary if
you a chump nigga
Cause chump niggas get chumped
for they commissary
And when you get on that phone line,
be down for whatever
Never ever get bitchy in phone time
And while you in there, doing your bid
And your wifey might be out there,
score for bread
And you locked down playin' cards,
readin' books, livin' weights,
and you playin' ball
What the fuck you could be?
Muscle and strips or fuckin'
a bitch instead
You locked up and you fuckin' your fists,
and the guards be testin' you
Pickin' what you're eatin' on you,
no visit from your chick,
yeah, she cheatin' on you
No flicks, no letters, no chips, no cheddar,
just [Dm]you and them bars
and chuck tellers
[D]Handlin' addicts, niggas is [G]fiendin',
brother[D]s with the prostration
Niggas is dealin',
some niggas can't sleep
when they lock them bars
And you got to wear hand
-me -down [Dm]socks and drawers
[D]Man, they lock me in here,
but when [G]I touch down
[D]All I got left is what got me in [G]here, nigga
[D]I'm locked down,
but I ain't here to stay
It's hard livin',
I ain't here to play
I'm locked down, locked down
You even stand to fall,
it's not in my nature to fall
So I'm standin' tall, I'm locked down
And grown men cry,
well grown men take grown
men lives
I'm locked down,
in your hand is your wife and head
Now you don't wanna do life in here,
locked down
[D]You