(feat. Z-Ro, Bleeda) 



[talking] 

Chow time, chow time 

Everybody line up for chow, chow time 

Line up for chow, line up for chow 



[Hook x2: Z-Ro & (Lil' O)] 

I got dreams, of being a king 

(But right now, I'm living unhealthy 

Since I'm balling, as I say to myself) 

But everything ain't what it seems 

(I'm praying, asking God for some help 

When I get out, I'll be back for my wealth 

It can't rain forever) 



[Lil' O] 

But dear Lord, change the weather 

Cause these scars and these bars, make my pain make pleasure 

And I'm a long far away, from everything that I treasure 

All because, I was chasing this cheddar 

But in my dream I was a king, but nothing ever comes to a dreamer 

So I turned to a hustler, block bleeder and schemer 

Daddy noticed something different, bout my gangsta demeanor 

But he never, could just point the finger 

But now he know, cause I'm locked up now 

No more Benz with the roof, popped up now 

I do my laundry in the toilet, and it's stopped up now 

Boys think it's some pussy jacking off, when a female guard walk thru now 

My life is a shame, but nigga doing time is the price of the game 

And all this wasting time, doing nights in the bang 

Got me realizing that my life gotta change, for real 



[Hook x2] 



[Z-Ro] 

I use to have dreams, about having too much bread 

But seem like whoever stacking me, down with who bust lead 

Trying to take something from em, and I ain't having none of that 

Artillery is close by, I'ma be grabbing some of that 

If somebody was looking at me funny, I was about my money 

Acting like the world was mine, and nobody could take it from me 

Too much traffic, at my house now 

No more twenties, I moved up to pounds and soft now 

Got diamonds and gold in my mouth now, hustling hoping I can get rich 

Risking mo' than my freedom, turning a continent to a brick 

In the briefcase, nervous but tired of being a cheap skate 

Running in and out of town on the regular, with no delay 

Two hundred and seventeen thousand, dollar spot 

35,000 dollar watch, you can hear it when my collar pop 

I was a baller, balling in the mix 

With seven cell phones, now all my people calling in this bitch 



[Hook x2] 



[Bleeda] 

And Lord knows, he got to lighten up on me 

Sooner or later, it's bound to brighten up for me 

But as of now black clouds, have been above me so I'm feeling like Pac 

Trying to be calm and survive the storm, but I'm missing my block 

Sick of niggaz screaming throughout the night, wishing they'd stop 

Bitching about, if they gon get a visit or not 

When I get out it's back to the block, ain't got no time to keep 

(it can't rain forever) not on a nigga, that's designed to get it 

Only 23, with at least eighteen prior convictions 

Guess I'ma doubt trying to get it, and over ride this visit 

I've been through and through it again, troubles trials and trenches 

On the edge of reserve, riding on benches sitting in back of the court 

Reading breezing, through new bible scriptures 

Ain't no reason for Bleeda lying and kick it, but for my niggaz on lock 

That's still, filling out their grocery list 

I blaze tracks like a rapper real over a pit, when I'ma wake up 



[Hook x2] 



I know, I know 

(it can't rain forever) [x4]