Jail pt 2

Jail pt 2 - Kanye West

Lyrics by：Kanye West/Sean Solymar/Brian Warner/Raul Cubina/Charles Njapa/Mark Williams/Dwayne Abernathy Jr/Michael Dean/Jonathan Kirk

Composed by：Kanye West/Sean Solymar/Brian Warner/Raul Cubina/Charles Njapa/Mark Williams/Dwayne Abernathy Jr/Michael Dean/Jonathan Kirk

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 'exed

Like next

Guess who's getting 'exed

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

Mmm

But I ain't really mad 'cause when I look at it

I'm getting them snakes up out my grass and n***a 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 s**t n***a 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 momma 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