[Intro – Prison Ambience] distant yelling, metal bars slamming, guards shouting, riot siren faint in background Male Singer (Ghrok): Yeah… Cell block seven, lights flicker, blood on the floor Ain’t nobody innocent in here no more Female Singer (Poppy): Poppy Berry still pink even in county blues Whole damn yard know we the ones they don’t choose to lose [Hook – Female Singer] We don’t fuck with no guards, but we ain’t gonna fold Cold nights in the cell made our blood run cold Prison yard wolves, whole squad on go One wrong look and the whole block blow We don’t snitch, don’t crack, don’t bend, don’t break Tray line hustle, every move got stakes If the riot doors pop, better clear that lane Poppy and Ghrok run the whole damn chain [Verse 1 – Male Singer (Ghrok)] Big orc stompin’ in the yard like thunder Whole damn block go quiet when I walk from under Concrete king with the cuffs on tight Still shook the earth even locked up for life CO staring but he know not to test me One hand swing leave the whole tier messy Got a dude named Nails bringing phones through laundry Another cat selling ramen like a damn pharmacy Everybody got debts, everybody got heat One dude got jumped over stepping on feet Prison politics dirty, gotta move low-key Can’t trust half these snakes when they smile at me I seen riots spark over soup and pride Seen grown men break when the cell doors slide But me? I just lift weights and sharpen rage Waiting for the next fool dumb enough to engage [Pre-Hook – Female Singer] Pink lips, black boots, still running this floor Got girls in the south wing ready for war They whisper “Poppy crazy” when I walk past slow Good. Let the whole damn prison know [Hook – Both] We don’t fuck with no guards, but we ain’t gonna fold Cold nights in the cell made our blood run cold Prison yard wolves, whole squad on go One wrong look and the whole block blow Don’t talk slick if you ain’t built tough Half these boys act hard then they fold up Sirens screaming while the red lights glow Poppy and Ghrok still running the show [Verse 2 – Female Singer (Poppy)] Poppy in the mess hall causing tension again Got brass knuckles hidden in a teddy bear pen Cute little ballerina with a criminal grin One bad mood and the whole fight begin I know a lifer named Smoke who tattoo for trade Know a girl named Vee who got blades in braids Everybody got hustle when the commissary dry Seen girls throw hands over cheesecake pie Guard talking reckless, I just laugh and sit He know damn well not to touch my shit Got a crooked ass deputy sneaking packs through mail Whole block know but nobody tell I ain’t scared of isolation, been alone before Whole damn unit hear me pounding on the door Pink ribbon hanging from my prison bunk bed Pretty little menace got the whole wing fed [Bridge – Riot Build-Up] metal banging rhythm begins Male Singer: Yard going loud… somebody got stabbed in the west wing Female Singer: Sirens screaming… guards running… doors locking… Male Singer: Whole prison shaking now Both: LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN! Too late now [Verse 3 – Male Singer & Female Singer Trade-Off] Male Singer: I got scars on scars from the war downstairs Female Singer: I got girls doing makeup while they sharpen shears Male Singer: Big Ghrok move heavy like a damn freight train Female Singer: Poppy smile sweet while she talking insane Male Singer: Cafeteria trays turn weapons real fast Female Singer: One loud mouth gone and nobody asked Male Singer: You ain’t tough just because you got ink Female Singer: Half these fake queens crack quicker than pink Both: Cell block legends, yeah we built from pain Concrete halo with a rusted chain If freedom gone, then we own these walls Whole damn prison jump when our name gets called [Final Hook – Both] We don’t fuck with no guards, but we ain’t gonna fold Cold nights in the cell made our blood run cold Prison yard wolves, whole squad on go One wrong look and the whole block blow Steel doors slam but the fire stay lit Whole damn system still can’t break this Poppy and Ghrok carved names in stone Even locked down… this prison our throne [Outro – Prison Ambience] intercom buzzing, distant riot fading Female Singer: Count time already? Damn… Male Singer: Yeah… but tomorrow we run it again
