Jail Time

KimJ with the heat
 XTT produced that one
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 My niggas didn't die broke but it ain't make sense
 My head high doing jail time
 Them niggas turned, I was only a couple days in
 I know not to call 'em next time
 I questioned devils, won't ask again
 Tryna make a billion on accident
 Old money, I want no new friends
 Won't get a chance to come and hurt me again
 Pain still the same, it get no better
 I keep seeing blood on my Margielas, ayy
 Lot of niggas 'round me but I'm still lonely
 Know I'm God-sent, you can smell it on me
 And I still shine without the sun on me
 First day outta jail, had a gun on me
 Only way to beat me is make me stop breathing or put the police on me
 I'm a successful young nigga but I ain't scared to risk it
 Make them boys spin on your block 'til they dizzy
 Driver no show
 Got them racks in the cupholder
 I'm counting money for the niggas that's gone
 I'm counting money for the niggas that's here
 I can't let 'em do me like youngin, I know how it is
 I knew the good die young right when Ceelo got killed
 Every time I speak about that shit, my whole body get chills
 So many times I remember telling Duke, "Chill"
 Paramedics put the blanket on him
 I look at Slim on my eyes, I don't know how she feel
 I know she hurt, she just play like she stronger
 Low with the hoodie on, sliding like I'm Highbridge
 Got more style than my stylist
 When I was talking, they ain't listen, pain is my witness
 The pastor prolly wanna kill me, I'm in church with my pistol
 I just talked to John Wall, he say his mama died
 I guess ballin' don't mean nothin'
 He was asking 'bout my court date
 I told him, "Balling don't mean nothing"
 Before I go to sleep, I hit my knees and I pray
 Protect me from police and keep them demons away
 I don't care what I see, Lord, just let me see today
 For them to free Draco, I'd do whatever that it takes, yeah
 My niggas didn't die broke but it ain't make sense
 My head high doing jail time
 Them niggas turned, I was only a couple days in
 I know not to call 'em next time
 I questioned devils, won't ask again
 Tryna make a billion on accident
 Old money, I want no new friends
 Won't get a chance to come and hurt me again
 Pain still the same, it get no better
 I keep seeing blood on my Margielas, ayy
 Lot of niggas 'round me but I'm still lonely
 Know I'm God-sent, you can smell it on me