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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeJail, Pt. 2 (feat. Francis And The Lights, DaBaby & Marilyn Manson)
Take what you wantTake everythingTake what you wantTake what you wantBetter that I change my number so you can't explainViolence in the night, violence in the nightPriors, priors, do you have any product?Well, that one time, I'll be honestI'll be honest, we all liars, let it goI'll be honest, we all liarsI'll be honest, we all liarsI'm pulled over and I got priorsGuess we goin' down, guess who's goin' to jail?Guess 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 tonightDon't you curse at mе on text, why you try to hit the flex?I hold up, likе, "What? " I scroll, I scroll up like, "Next"Guess who's getting X'ed? Like, nextGuess who's getting X'ed?You made a choice, that's your badSingle life ain't so badBut we ain't finna go thereSomething's off, I'll tell you whyGuess who's goin' to jail tonightWhat a grand plan to sell you outI could scream and shout, let it outI'll be honest, we all liarsI'll be honest, we all liarsI'm pulled over and I got priorsGuess we goin' down, guess who's goin' to jail?Guess 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 tonightMan, tell them haters open up the jail (Open up the jail)And you can tell my baby mamas get the bail money (Bail me)I said one thing they ain't like, threw me out like they ain't care for meThrew me out like I'm garbage, huh?And that food that y'all took off my tableYou know that feed my daughters, huh? (MM)But I ain't really mad, 'cause when I look at itI'm getting them snakes up out my grass and, that's a good habitI'm ready for war, let's get at 'emAnd teaming up ain't gon' help 'em'Cause beating the odds too deepJust me and God, I'm good at itMatter of fact, I'm great at it, my cell phone back at itI know these people gon' try to tell me how to talkDon't know what I seen or what I was taughtMy mama worked two or three jobs to take care of three of her kids, my uncles watchedYeah, we was raised by the crack addictsMM, raised by the drug dealers, killers, and the junkies (Junkies)Mama couldn't save us 'cause she had to get the—Mama couldn't save us 'cause she had to get the moneyFeel like your world falling, getting too hard to catch it, ain't it?You and your girl arguin', you don't like how she actin' latelyGiving it everything that you can give and you don't get half the patienceYou was busy hustlin', the things come with your hustleThey got in her head, corrupted herYeah, that's probably what happened, ain't it?Large amount of capital, invested in myselfUnderground, I ain't even have a basement, I read the affidavitLet's see what it is with youOnly thing I did to youWas always keep it real and trueGuilty, guess they gon' have to take meGuess 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
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