Locked Inna Spot

Had to sit back and relax, looking at shit how it is

We all living a dream and want a house on a hill

Can say I've been moving left so you should see how I feel

Can't lie, I'm locked inna spot from wannabes and cops

When bro was locked inna cell, was thinking twice in a box

Stressing bad, tryna make my son so many knots,

Say I can vent through these tracks, don't really know if I'll stop

And no I don't promote violence but know this stick not a prop

See I can paint you a picture with a few holes in the spot

Remember rapping for fame, now I don't care if I pop

Was making music, depressed, stressing I couldn't even stop