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troy ave - rikers island lyrics

[hook]
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island

[verse 1]
rebels with the muscle walking round like they tough
twenty one minutes on a phone ain’t enough
maxing out on commissary n-gga i am rich
tv off and on cause the co is a b-tch
all the [?] free to wear while i’m in the tombs
get the rikers grown weed in the back room
in here doing time with some criminal minds
oh we watching a&e criminal minds
everyday n-gga dressing in a sweatsuit
rhyming there’s no noodles so i’m getting f-g soup
down for the loud n-ggas talking bout their streets
old fat ngga talking bout he can’t sleep
shut up, this is not a hotel this is jail
if you want some peace and quiet pay your one dollar bail
everything from loss and even murder was the case
scalpels and the bunions n-gga shooting of your face

[hook]
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island

[verse 2]
da really out here tryna slay my black -ss
in the high booth talking to my lawyer through a gl-ss
i am innocent why the h-ll they acting like i did it
only family and beautiful women see me on visits
i never miss one and i miss my two sons
i got cinnamon chex and they free a gluten
sweet baby jesus get me outta this jam
you officially in jail when the cell doors slam

[verse 3]
away in court everybody saying hold your head
last night i couldn’t sleep tossed and turned in the bed
up around six mad early in the morning
to the bull pen where it’s cold and boring
brung a burberry sweater that i got from ren
bout to fill this snowpad with my thoughts with laugh
looking guilty when you ain’t is the closest thing to h-ll
they gave me w wheelchair that’s too wide for my cell
so i get on a good foot and hops in that b-tch
shouting the same way my other option is sit
chained to the gate like an animal, a savage
wondering bout the years like the actor fred savage
co asked me do i want food
i’m thinking b-tch i want my freedom but i ain’t gonna be rude
keep the mini wheats and the kellogs corn flakes
open up and let a real n-gga walk through the gates

[hook]
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island
but now him gone a rikers island
him never want go a rikers island

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