Pay For Life

Thomas Uijen

Yo, I've been living in a prison
I break these bars apart by the atom when I'm spitting
Put a couch in solitary confinement to sit in
As we light up the spliff and get blasted, constantly hittin'

Fences, barbed wire all over the damn place
Security cameras everywhere but those are mostly aimed
At the KFC to check for how long we're gonna have to wait
Cause fuck waiting in line, I want my food right out of the gate

I'm spitting it fast, fuck hitting the gas, I'm burning jet fuel
I'm bout to attack, I'm bout to attack, these iron bars I get through
I'm in beast mode, red in front of my vision my eyes are bled through
Red from the cannabis, I've gotten more high than I meant to

But I rap and think fast as shit, high as fuck off cannabis
It doesn't even slow me down, these rapid rhymes I'm managing
I still double my time, when spitting my rhymes and I'm still damaging
My opponents by spitting these lyrical bullets it's not like I'm gonna let 'em have a win

Ya! We pay for life behind bars
Grab your motherfucking blanket cause winter's about to start
The heater probably won't hold out for much longer
So the cold is out to get us, start the fire in the yard

Yeah we're locked up, smoke in solitary confinement
We go to get high and security is just none the wiser
Warm water's hard to find and the power just keeps dying
I wouldn't be surprised if this building was set on fire

But we take the best of it, say fuck you to the rest of it
Cause you get nowhere, living life as a pessimist
I just laugh a bit, take the pain then carry it,
Take the hatchet from the hands of the world, then I just bury it

Amsterdam penitentiary where I am though
Goddamn people try and tell me what I can't do
Fuck you, catch me in the yard like a rebel
Making speakers blast, kicking ass, doing rap shows

I went from riches to rags and back, plan of attack
Formed in a cell, written in stacks of raps
It's a contradiction living in a prison
With no conviction, under little restriction
Killing lyrics, bring the chorus back, bitches

Ya! We pay for life behind bars
Grab your motherfucking blanket cause winter's about to start
The heater probably won't hold out for much longer
So the cold is out to get us, start the fire in the yard

Ya! We pay for life behind bars
Grab your motherfucking blanket cause winter's about to start
The heater probably won't hold out for much longer
So the cold is out to get us, start the fire in the yard

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