Lyrics Boosie Badazz – A Political Prisoner Speaks

Money Beats, Money Beats

Penitentiary Chapters: realest thing, realest album that you gon’ get because just giving it to you real about life and about the streets, but at the same time, letting you know this ain’t the way to go, you heard me? The same with this album cause you don’t want to be in a place where you gotta take all this in. You gotta wake up early, you can’t do nothing you normally used to do bruh, you heard me? Going to the second line. Going out to the movies, watching tv and laying on a soft bed homie cause it’s all heat, ain’t no A/C’s. It’s hot! Like the block it’s hot. Hotter than field grease boy, you know? Then on the other hand, you might get turnt all the way out and be a little girl. Haha! You don’t want that to happen, huh? Oh you know, you just thankful for you. I mean ain’t no
?, ain’t no dog, you feel me? So you gon’ either put some kool aid on your lips or really be a man homeboy. It’s all you though, I don’t know. I ain’t tripping. It’s your life. My life ain’t the same as yours. I used to have a lot of tools. I used to walk around with fifty stacks in each pocket, you know? You dig? Chill though, it’s cool. Guess what? Never give up no matter what you do homie. Never give up. You heard me? Keep it gangsta. Keep it one hundred You know what that mean? Don’t ya’ll get gangsta confused with thuggin. Thuggin is when you just out there wilding, shooting, doing what you got to do without thinking. A Gangsta? A gangsta got rules and codes. Everything means something. Every move he make is calculated. A leader, not a follower.