Bond Money (feat. Uchi Kinte)

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Hey this is Jaraud I might need you to come get my car
I'm in grundy County sheriff's office in Autmont, Tennessee

Money on the floor bring the money thru the door
Money on the floor bring the money thru the door

I need bond money, lawyer, and beyond money
Crackers playing games man they think this shit beyond funny
Swear they aint right but this my life
Aint shit else to do so I sit down and write
And this food taste like shit can't take a bite
I wish I could close my ears when I close my eyes
Cause all I hear is doors slamming, walkie talkies
I'm tryna to stay woke and I aint talking about no coffee
I talk to God pray that he will keep the demons off me 
I miss my daughter more than anything but she can't call me
And that's what fucked me up it been some weeks
Me and her mama been into it something deep
I can't eat can't sleep can't think
And the thought of being stuck up in this jail make me weak
Man i swear these folks so fucking country
Make me wanna leave this fucking country
Cause I don't know what else to do
So I'm asking God what he tryna prove
Cause I don't know what else to do
I'm just trying to make it thru everything im going thru

I need bond money or James bond coming
I don't know why these people trying to steal time from me
Maybe God just wanna hear a couple lines from me
Maybe God just want me to make some time for me
They tryna make me think that this what I deserve
I'm hearing vents but aint nobody said a word
I'm just a nigga in a town full of rejects
Feeling free singing in the cell like a bird yea
How I'm the only one that's locked up
I'm the only one that's free tho 
Working a job that they hate that could not be me tho 
Mama stacking all the chips just to get the cheetos 
And I'm a get a layer when I'm free hoe

Cause I don't know what else to do
So I'm asking God what he trying to prove
Cause I don't know what else to do
I'm just trying to make it thru everything im going thru

Money on the floor bring the money thru ya door
Money on the floor bring the money thru ya door 
Money on the floor bring the money thru ya door
I been broke before ion plan on going back broke

23 And 1 they had me up locked inside that hole
Tried to break me down but it wasn't no way I could fold
Out there hitting kicks when I was posed to be at home
But every Christmas we was poor and i was tired of getting coal
Brothers mad at me cause we supposed to be on
Mama mad at me she day I'm taking to long 
Baby momma mad cause she want a happy home
She wanna love but she can't cause nigga always gone
In the streets making choices that'll get me 25
But if I didn't do what I did ion think folks a be alive and I
I'll rather be in jail than see his daughter cry
And be the realist nigga ever in his daughter eyes
I feel like boosie when he came home
Gucci with the chains on
Lucci with the keys to the streets
And i can't change home
I seem some niggas getting indicted on the same phone
Said they won't report but when in court they sung the same song

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