[Chorus]
I got n***as down the road, waiting on an appeal
Living life through a pen, I hope they get their appeal
I hope they get their appeal
I got n***as down the road, waiting on an appeal
Living life through a pen, I hope they get their appeal
I hope they get their appeal

[Verse 1]
I just opened up the mailbox, four letters from my n***as
Who fucked up in the system, who got their head up with no a max date
Judge done married them n***as to the state, don't give a fuck who life they take away
You get your time and they just walk away
Now you riding down that dirt lane
Shackled in chains, 'bout some petty change
That what folks say
'Cause you thinking 'bout your kids and they ain't got a thing

[Chorus]
I got n***as down the road, waiting on an appeal
Living life through a pen, I hope they get their appeal
I hope they get their appeal
I got n***as down the road, waiting on an appeal
Living life through a pen, I hope they get their appeal
I hope they get their appeal

[Verse 2]
John Gotti did that time a street n***a told on him
That's why he doing that time a street n***a told on him
Guy Fisher doing his time a street n***a told on him
Big Meechie doing that time a street n***a told on him
In the streets, you don't wanna get caught up with dope boy product
You gon' need an appeal, only snitches get deals

[Chorus]
I got n***as down the road, waiting on an appeal
Living life through a pen, I hope they get their appeal
I hope they get their appeal
I got n***as down the road, waiting on an appeal
Living life through a pen, I hope they get their appeal
I hope they get their appeal