Jail Time

歌詞

KimJ with the heat XTT produced that one Yeah My niggas didn't die broke but it ain't make sense My head high doing jail time Them niggas turned, I was only a couple days in I know not to call 'em next time I questioned devils, won't ask again Tryna make a billion on accident Old money, I want no new friends Won't get a chance to come and hurt me again Pain still the same, it get no better I keep seeing blood on my Margielas, ayy Lot of niggas 'round me but I'm still lonely Know I'm godsent, you can smell it on me And I still shine without the sun on me First day outta jail, had a gun on me Only way to beat me is make me stop breathing or put the police on me I'm a successful young nigga but I ain't scared to risk it Make them boys spin on your block 'til they dizzy Driver no show Got them racks in the cupholder I'm counting money for the niggas that's gone I'm counting money for the niggas that's here I can't let 'em do me like youngin, I know how it is I knew the good die young right when Ceelo got killed Every time I speak about that shit, my whole body get chills So many times I remember telling dude chill Paramedics put the blanket on him I look in Ceelo mama's eyes, I don't know how she feel I know she hurt, she just play like she stronger Low with the hoodie on sliding like I'm Highbridge Got more style than my stylist When I was talking, they ain't listen Pain is my witness The pastor probably wanna kill me, I'm in church with my pistol I just talked to John Wall, he say his mama die I guess ballin' don't mean nothin' He was asking 'bout my court date I told him, "Balling don't mean nothing" Before I go to sleep, I hit my knees and I pray Protect me from police and keep them demons away I don't care what I see, Lord, just let me see today For them to free Draco, I'd do whatever that it takes, yeah My niggas didn't die broke but it ain't make sense My head high doing jail time Them niggas turned, I was only a couple days in I know not to call 'em next time I questioned devils, won't ask again Tryna make a billion on accident Old money, I want no new friends Won't get a chance to come and hurt me again Pain still the same, it get no better I keep seeing blood on my Margielas, ayy Lot of niggas 'round me but I'm still lonely Know I'm godsent, you can smell it on me