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Commissary

Pistol Annies

Interstate Gospel

2018

Didn't put no money on your commissary
Didn't write you a letter, didn't even worry
When mama said a boy beat you within an inch of your life
I

(Tahj Money)
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

Hrr-hrr, fuckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was

Commissary
Said my head is spinning thinking about my baby
Trippin again she's out on weekends
My head is spinning missing my children
Missing all my family

(Yo)

Call up the bro and I told him I got him two racxs (racxs) (whoo!)
(That's just the commissary)
Cop up the gold but you ain't got plaques (you

I feel chain gang rich
I got good commissary
Good soups on deck
I got peanut butter jelly
I just trade a pack of pack of chips for pain pills ain't

blue cheese in the basement (In the basement)

Commissary, envelopes, collect calls
And I ain't talking kennels bitch, free my dawgs
I remember early

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
(Yeah) (Road Runna)
Yeah, yeah
Commissaries and obituaries is all That I been dreamin
Feeling different

moved pounds
Didn't know it
I done laid down
Could've of floored it
Commissary in can't afford it

On the news that don't make me no killer
More money

ain't for the hoes
This is for the bro that's up the road, That ain't never coming home Na
The money on the phone, Commissary paying for the smoke
You

Let's do it 
Double CG all of that

Better move around when I up that 
Or it's gonna be a man down when I up that 
They lock me down, commissary

commissary money den letters
We ain't tryin beef if it ain't bout lettuce

Hold moe u to extra
She still goin ride wit no hands like a Tesla
Like I'm aj soons

If I pull up to the Addy
Then I'm leaving with two baddies
Right outside a commissary, had a threesome in the caddy
I like fucking hands off
She like

Coulda be you in the back of the law, coulda be You up in the mothafuckin' jam, coulda
Be you, coulda be you in commissary line, Damn, coulda be you

Oh man this world getting kinda scary
Hard time no commissary
Rat race fast pace want me burried
Tell them fat cats I escape on my Tom and Jerry

Lyrics is social commentary
Money for your commissary
It's the golden era of recordin'
Where it's cool to battle your demons
It's cool to battle no matter

Fallin'

Jay-Z

American Gangster [Clean]

2007

come January it gets cold, when the letters start to slow
And your commissary's low, and your lawyer screams appeal
Only thinking about a bill and your

Fallin'

Jay-Z

American Gangster [13 Tracks]

2007

come January it gets cold, when the letters start to slow
And your commissary's low, and your lawyer screams appeal
Only thinking about a bill and your

Polestar coupe pull up in my section

How you call a nigga your day-one dog wouldn't answer his calls no commissary?
How you call a nigga your day-one dog

on the commissary gallery
Well, they taken poor Lazarus
And they laid him on the commissary gallery
He said, ""My wounded side, Lord, Lord, my wounded side""

Stay woke yung niggas that they move with me 
Of a pine yung nigga quit that foolery 
Commissary in New York, pass it to my g
When I'm walking out

that they
Don't have in commissary

People couldn't wait for the visit because
Then you could have like
Hot wings you could put in the microwave!
They

Mark G man you know what the fuck going on
Free my niggas free jp man
Damier attire (Yeah nigga)
Couple hundred on my brother commissary tell em

Solitary
Feelings I need to bury
No things in my commissary
Found peace in Solitary

I need to rethink this happy ending
This love story isn't what I was

ain’t dodging shit but federal cases
My partner facing 30, but he good I pay his commissary
365 I’m working, no days off January to January
Nigga want