DaBaby, Marilyn Manson, Kanye West - Jail pt 2 lyrics

Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

Kanye Omari West

[DaBaby, Marilyn Manson, Kanye West - Jail pt 2 lyrics]

Take what you want take everything
Take what you want take what you want

Better that I change my number
So you can't explain
Violence in the night, violence in the night
Priors, priors, do you have any product?
Well,  that one time,  I'll be honest
I'll be honest, we all liars, let it go

I'll be honest, we all liars
I'll be honest, we all liars
I'm pulled over and I got priors
Guess 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 tonight

Don'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, next
Guess who's getting X'ed?
You made a choice, that's your bad
Single life ain't so bad
But we ain't finna go there
Something's off, I'll tell you why
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight
What a grand plan to sell you out
I could scream and shout, let it out

I'll be honest, we all liars
I'll be honest, we all liars
I'm pulled over and I got priors
Guess 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 tonight

Man, 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 me
Threw me out like I'm garbage, huh?
And that food that y'all took off my table
You know that feed my daughters, huh? (M-m-m)
But I ain't really mad
'cause when I look at it
I'm getting them snakes up out
My grass and, , that's a good habit
I'm ready for war, let's get at 'em
And teaming up ain't gon' help 'em
'Cause beating the odds too deep
Just me and God, , , I'm good at it
Matter of fact, I'm great at it
My cell phone back at it
I know these people gon' try to
Tell me how to talk
Don't know what I seen or what I was taught
My mama worked two or three jobs to
Take care of three of her kids
My uncles watched
Yeah, we was raised by the crack addicts
Mmm, 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 money
Feel 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' lately
Giving it everything that you can give and
You don't get half the patience
You was busy hustlin'
The things come with your hustle
They got in her head, corrupted her
Yeah, that's probably what happened
Ain't it?
Large amount of capital, invested in myself
Underground, I ain't even have a basement
I read the affidavit
Let's see what it is with you
Only thing I did to you
Was always keep it real and true
Guilty, guess they gon' have to take me

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 tonight

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