In the rancho everybody knows Carlos 

still riding y still fumando audibles 

I'm locked with my gente, no ay salida

trying to finish this up this about my vida 

On appeal and it's going to take a full year, 

they askin me if I wana go to school here

At a time when a person really needs a friend,

I'm thinking about getting back on them streets again, 

I gave the Benz to happ and the vet to Beesh 

I hope they use them to ride on my enemies,

I got two left whats up young Q Hueff 

I heard my brother just singed up a new cheff,

Lucky Lu the Screwston Freestyler 

ya'll just wishing that the Dope House would die huh! 

I heard you boys talking down bumpin lips

but big mouths is only good for sucking dicks,

when I was free non of ya'll stepped to me, 

now that I'm locked you hoes disrespecting me 

I'll be out before you bitch niggas can count to ten 

but I can touch you way before I'm out the pen, 

no names I don't play that silly game 

you smoking to much weed you ain't no killa mayne,

I bring vengeance I can't put it all in one sentence 

but if there is a hell I can show you to the entrance 



Everybody's day comes, I fucken at crumbs

I'm not a star but now I date some

Those who knew me as child growing up 

seen my benz turned around and starting throwing up,

what ya'll think that I'm happy cuz a new car?       

They come to me saying  I don't care who you are,

I knew you when you wasn't nothing and still ain't

you just Carlos Coy but on a little tape, 

you think you bad with your big house and fancy ride? 

but a man is only good for what he has inside 

so I say  that why are you so mad?

Have you ever heard of me to go brag?

On this earth I'm no better than anybody

I was more happier without any money.

I haven't changed not one little bity-bit 

to be honest ya'll the ones who really did. 

Hating me cuz you live in misery 

but there is other ways to take your kids to Disney 

No revenge I just want my family and friends

fuck the benz and you can have the millions

All I want is a worm and a fishing pole 

behind bars it' the little things you miss the most

All the parties the clubs they don't mean nothing

I miss telling little kids they can be something, 

give them hope cuz I know they up against the odds

tell them do they best leave the rest to GOD,

man I know they make you feel like you don't belong 

can't see your own kind on a showbiz song

little homey that's only cuz they scared of us 

don't play me cuz they say I bear to much , 

I' m not negative but trying to be a pessimist

but your fear got you hating on the Mexicans