, get on yo' day jobs Ain't nothin' crowded but the jail houses and graveyards I'm on the corner in the ghetto like a pay-phone I call my baby, like, "
, that's the way you like it, huh? Yeah, that's the way you love me, hon' Hurry up, hurry up Gucci on the news They say he walked out the jail rockin
from the G code Presidental sweets, with this cash flow Uptown gangsta, viet hustla Third wall general, Young Cash Money [Brisco] Before I leave home, I kiss my babies
Welcome to my rodeo Hold on to me Baby I'mma take it slow How you ride is the key We gonna go left, right, front, back And no, that just ain't, that
ivory weed and ish, And I'm rolling with my (?) So brill, you so trill, baby everything legit, How you feel, they say we praise, 'cause our style so diff, They'll be jailed
whole place panic Never trust a rat cause dem love chat ya heard Snitch will always be a snitch mark meh word Flex like a fool get caught like a nerd Go jail
point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat When I was in jail
that motherfucker, fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail
me baby, this the past life [Chorus - Rihanna] Turn up the lights in here baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby
't come down my street Now he won't come down my street All my plans got derailed, he locked up my heart in jail He locked up my heart in jail Take me
ah ah) Go crazy (Ah ah ah ah ah) Oh baby (Ah ah) Oh baby (ah ah) It's Tuesday and I'm locked up I'm in jail and I don't know what happened They say
turntables is DJ Train Mixin' and scratchin' is the name of the game Now here's a little somethin' 'bout nosy people It's not real hard, it's plain and simple Baby
peace, baby) They don't know, who we be (They still ain't ready) What they don't know is The bullshit, the drama, the guns, the armour The city, the farmer, the babies
you want to be Long that you know Consequences are given for livin' The fence is Too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch Hell Hot
hard and it's getting even harder Tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama
to the center of the? Oh, oh How many licks does it take Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh This verse goes out to my niggas in jail Beating
I know you can feel the magic baby Turn the mother**** lights down Esco whuttup? I mean, it's what you expected ain't it? Let's go Turn the music up
, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool Up in here, up in here If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail