Penitentiary Chances - Sha Hef

Hundred Round in this mutherfucker

Rich get richer and the poor get poorer, man

Ain’t nothin' we can do about that shit, you heard

A broke man once said money ain’t everything

I couldn’t relate to the nigga

I ain’t gon' lie to you

My biggest wars was in the courthouse

My shooters trained to go and take the force out

.357 with the short snout

Only want the chicken, so I had to cut the pork out

We don’t beef, water whippin' only time I bring a fork out

I’m from a block where fiends comin' with shorts

And you ain’t got them paid lawyers, you get hung in them courts

So fuck jumpin', a nigga damn near ran off the porch

Hot boy, niggas know I’m known to handle the torch (Yeah)

I’m with the Tommy clappers, I’m in the hall of fame with a lot of Packers

Magnums on me, ain’t talkin' rubbers, but packin' body catchers (Yeah)

Return of the body snatchers, we bang the hood like we colorblind

Don’t call it beef unless your mother cry

Or somebody mother die, so it’s always fuck the other side (Yeah)

I became a man the day my brother died (Rest in peace)

That’s on God, I serve several fiends

My work fire, it jump higher than Gerald Green

You war with us, the only thing you see is several beams (Brr, brr)

I been stuck in this ghetto dream since a ghetto teen