I'm coming here for the week we could be You're looking like I might blow but the streets need me Lick certain man down and I could sleep easy Remember back in Pen was like living in hell Skype the niggas and gel How you doing? I held a mirror out of self Still out of the whole cellin But my pen's been a take me out this trap Light double-o-seven, ah It's funny how time goes quick My guy was on the wing for so long When he came out he was homesick All these niggas do is show bow and they don't own shit For I made it the first time I caught the whole brick