Dead or in Jail (Explicit)

Dead or in Jail - STATIK KXNG

I came from nothing I always wanted something

They told me I would never succeed

I would only end up dead or in jail

I'm free I'm alive I got money

I ain't dead or in jail

I ain't dead or in jail

It's funny how you niggas think you harder then the hardest

Picture me debatin' no time to argue with you artists

If you do a song with me I'm probably just targeting your market

And then I take them home with me and win that argument regardless

You hustle to be seen I read that on a meme

I get paper and disappear call that vanishing cream

Yeah I do work with the slaughters

But I'm so on top of my business that I probably go harder

As part of the management team

I just step into the booth after I executive produce

And I'm as effective as a noose cause hoes wanna hang

Cook me breakfast in the nude scramble eggs I'm sipping juice

And I still conceal steel that beretta is recluse

I'm from the mass terror era

You from the mascara era

So never ever compare yourself to that rapper that'll leave

Your new era dripping that marinara

For a pair of paramedics to repair ya where you're laying at

I'm sayin'cat get away from me with them gucci sneakers

You ain't fashion forward as kanye I guess we do need jesus

I'm in my coupe I'm rocking a few jewelry pieces

Playing some unheard eminem like f**k your new releases

My team can inspire millions

The flow been fire ask the native ny'ers

Like the empire building I'm just empire building

When grown folks are talking quiet children

I came from nothing I always wanted something

They told me I would never succeed

I would only end up dead or in jail

I'm free I'm alive I got money

I ain't dead or in jail

I ain't dead or in jail

Let's get back to the jam doe

You rocking with new friends I'm surrounded by fam doe

That part is mando I don't understand your a**

Get a little fame get a little name then forget the same place

From which you came

That ain't who I am doe

Keep sh*t the same for damn sho

And if your dame is on her best behavior tell her

She can text me later

I guess that's kinda boss

But this game made the word boss so lame

I prefer to be referred to as a check creator slash regulator

Slash ni**a that pull your respirator plug

I'm killing em cause this game keep giving me hell

They only want me selling crack so they can give me a cell

But I spit crack to let my freedom ring now that's liberty bell

F**k it give me a scale

It's pure d**e I could sell it forever who better

Hold up I beg your pardon the mac-11 weapon spark

You get severed in several parts til a 7 footer is leveled with kevin hart

187's the deadly art and every bar is cold as the devil's heart mixed

With eric cartman

I'm the best in every department yes

I'm sorry these niggas got me hype man

And this really ain't the type man

I listen to what you write and everything just sound aiight man

You better off a hype man

Who me music is my life man

I came from nothing I always wanted something

They told me I would never succeed

I would only end up dead or in jail

I'm free I'm alive I got money

I ain't dead or in jail

I ain't dead or in jail

We're out here living man

And we live

Roll up