Lyrics:
Where were you when a nigga went to jail?
Where were you when a nigga needed bail?
Where were you when a nigga needed help?
Where were you when
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
who's goin' to jail tonight?
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
God gon' post my bail tonight
Don't you curse
That ship
It sailed
I put my all all up in the shit
My pain
Something
You can't feel
I just go harder
For this shit
I'm tryna post my bail
Yeah
I'm
the cash to pay no bail
Death love and robots, I kill for my loved ones and scam with fake emails
I refuse to fail, I fuse bars with pain to really prevail
alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told some stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff
depletes
Manifesting anger
One letter short of danger
Pain only makes you feel alive
Love all, Trust few
Leave the garbage by the road
Leave that shit in
waiting
Through your shit i was patient
She fell in love with my cadence
Day by day my heart breaking
Day by day my heart aching
We use to be so close but
on froze, put that pain on my wrist
Fuck all the opps, put them all on the list
Remember them times I was broke, I was pissed
With my knock, all alone, by
Cartel cartel cartel
Breaking down bricks by the bail
Flipping the pack in the mail
My niggas they crazy they shell
Cartel cartel cartel
Heavyweight
just prayed it wasn’t real
I’m blowing my patna phone up tryna get thru to his cell
Know my nigga fightin pain he in that cell with no bail
Abusing drugs
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
the grade
No sweat, no dirt, no labor, no pain
Makin that coin for
who was raised by his mother
At a young he was left they were left by the father
Grew up notorious while facing the canes
Caned by his mother
Got over
the shackles of pain with no bail allowed
They ain't terrified of the terror you possess
Until you deliver the terror which they'll fear no doubt
Imma pick y'all
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
In Jail
In jail
Unh-unh
Unh-unh
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
In jail, in jail, without no bail
Once I believed in things unseen
I was blinded by the dark
Out of the multitude to me
He came and broke my heart
When the dust in the field has
Once I believed in things unseen
I was blinded by the dark
Out of the multitude to me
He came and broke my heart
When the dust in the field has
until the next time see ya
Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals
Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there
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