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An inmate at Florida Correctional Institution
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Hey, but check this shit out though
These prison phone calls fucked up
Everybody listening in
CO's lurking on the line
Trying to catch me in a sentence
Snitches on the tier, waiting just to drop a fucking kite
On the three-way bed, I whisper they're recording every night
Enemies trying to steal my bitch, hoping that I slip a slide
Motherfuckers digging garbage just to steal a homie's life
Prison phone calls fucked up, gotta watch you on the line
Cuz I'd rather hear your voice than trying to pick a fight
Pick up phone, it's black and no block, go quiet and freeze
Every shark in the tank smelling blood in the breeze
CO staring through the glass while he lean on the wall
Trying to watch my lips move, trying to decode every call
Motherfuckers in the day room, trying to angle their ear
Acting like they playing chess, but they ain't moving a piece
And they trust nobody, even homies get tempted by pain
Broke ones trying to steal your shine, bitch, they hungry for game
On the three-way, gotta whisper like I'm hiding a ghost
Suckers brag to the tier, trying to say they close to me the most
Bitch waiting on the hours, but a snake will creep slow
Catch a name on my call, trying to write her a note
Trash can dipping, widows look for stamps they can flip
Or a nap just on a letter so they can sneak in the shit
Fool's plot on the phone time, hoping I get caught slipping
But I'm sharp like a shank and a lockbox hidden
Trying to keep my head straight while the CO's roam
This a battlefield, homie, even on the damn phone
These prison phone calls fucked up, everybody listening in
CO's lurking on the line, trying to catch me innocent
Snitches on the tier, waiting just to drop a fucking kite
On the three-way, better whisper, they recording every night
Enemies trying to steal my bitch, hoping that I slip a slide
Motherfuckers digging garbage just to steal a homie's life
Prison phone calls fucked up, gotta watch you on the line
Cause I'd rather hear your voice than try to make your girl that prize
Whole unit get quiet soon as my pen is to scream
Everybody and they feelings, jealousy, full steam
But I'm staring at the cord like it's gold in they hands
Trying to rush me for a dial, trying to cut out my plans
Bitch on the house crying, say she tired of the wait
But these phones full of vultures, hoping they replace my place
Homies wanting me soft, someone trying to write your queen
Motherfuckers digging in trash just to find a routine
CO breathing on my neck, trying to hear if I slip
I ain't talking about no moves, I ain't giving no tip
Snitches listen with antennas like they work for the state
Try to twist a single name into some made-up case
Phone beeping, time's short, pressure tight on my brain
Trying to tell her that I love her through a wall full of pain
If the line go click, paranoia creeping in
Is it her, is it them, is it jealous-ass friends in this place
Every cell turn into a threat, say a wrong name once, you might never forget
Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from
These prison phone calls fucked up
Everybody listening in, COs lurking on the line
Trying to catch me in a cinch, snitches on the tier
Waiting just to drop a fucking kite
On the three-way better whisper, they recording every night
Enemies trying to steal my bitch, hoping that I slip or slide
Motherfuckers digging garbage just to steal a homie's life
Prison phone calls fucked up, gotta watch you on the line
Cause I'd rather hear your voice than try to make you girl a prize
Phones ring like alarms, every convo feels wired
Motherfuckers spread rumors just to feel admired
You can't trust a damn soul in a spot like this
Every jealous-ass clown hoping you lose your bitch
See what's smirking like he know something heavy on deck
Trying to bait me with questions, trying to see what I check
But I speak it straight, cold, I don't name no names
I ain't giving no clout to these weak-ass lames
Inmates lurking by the tables, trying to eavesdrop slick
Apin, she argue loud so they can jump in quick
Weirdos writing random letters like I know your man
Trying to slide in a world like they part of the plan
Seen fools lose lives cause a rap play Cupid
Told her lies through a kite, had her thinking he stupid
This whole bitch, I stand on mine
You can listen all you want, but you wasting your time
Phone shuts off, attention cuts like a blade
Another day in this bitch, another mind game played
Florida Correctional Institution
These prison phone calls fucked up
Everybody listening in, cells lurking on the line
Try and catch me in a sin, snitches on a tear
Waiting just to drop a fucking kite
On a three-way better whisper, they're recording every night
Enemies tryna steal my bitch, hoping that I slip or slide
Motherfuckers digging garbage just to steal a homie's life
These prison phone calls fucked up
Gotta watch one line, cause I'd rather hear your voice
Than try to make you burn a prize
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An inmate at Florida Correctional Institution
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