Outro (Aint No Heaven In The Pen) lyrics

[Calliope Doefus]
New Orleans, stand the f*ck up. It's your favourite big dog's favourite big dog. That Calliope born and raised, off that 37 hundred block of failure between [?] and [?] across from the infamous road of [?] AKA "Don't get caught round here.". Shouts out to that n*gga skully man, paving the way, showing us uptown n*ggas how to eat big. And Boo-Yay for just being that real n*gga he was, showing real n*ggas how to survive amongst real n*ggas. But what n*ggas gotta' understand about this Calliope sh*t, is run deeper than just yelling it for lyrics. A lot of soldiers lost out being on the front line fighting for this sh*t. Ain't nothing wrong with a n*gga repping his hood, but a n*gga gotta' know his hood, but this Calliope sh*t go back like fifty years. This sh*t stretch from hood to hood. On that note, shouts out to n*ggas in other hoods, across the city and across the world. [?] What up homie? Your day is nearer than you think n*gga. You know I f*ck with you the long way. You the only n*gga that came back to show the hood how to grind better. Ain't no n*ggas doing that. I know when you boss n*gga you gon' expose the world to this New Orleans sh*t. Especially these young n*ggas, so you can stop them from reaching their [?]. Home of the motherf*cking head busters, where the street hides from the cops, the point of no return, where it's being a man or catching a man. Eighteen acres of pure hell. The new f*cking gym quotes, where if you ain't got it, or got nobody, then n*gga you done. A shank and a bone gon' be your motherf*cking rolling home package. If that's our reality n*gga, there ain't no f*cking heaven in the pen