This Ain't Jail Lyrics

(Poetry)

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You can say what you want, this ain't jail

Better read off the room like it's braille

I get bread, I could never be stale

Flights back to back, I'm up in air

Tryna steal all my sauce, I ain't care

I could smoke that boy down like a L

Send the 30, it came out out of hell

I don't know why this hoe tryna lay up

Bitch, I ball on the court like my player

Miss my brother, shouts out to Isaiah

I catch these Z's off these niggas, I stay up

Make the K-pop in here like I'm Tae Yung

I don't fuck with that boy, he a traitor

My hoe bad with a bun, I call her Leia

Tryna cut in line, give him a taper

Just say it, lil' nigga, just say it

If it's shit on your mind, just convey it

Took my time through this shit, I'm the greatest

Life been calming, I'm still going crazy

I said, fuck you, been wilding out lately

Don't respond when I'm calling you, baby

Told her shut up this hoes screaming make me

I go crazy, but I'm homo sapien

Got the Audi I-8, and I'm pushing it

Asking how I feel, I can't explain again

If I cover my lies, you 'll forget the shit

Looking right up in your eyes and I see the tears

Just to get to this spot it done took me years

I ain't fuckin' with you, nigga, don't compare me to peers

Don't try to get by me, I'm a,

Don't try to get by me, I'm a walk with a gear

I just bought some Vivi, I ain't piercin' my ears

And my brody brought the 30, made that boy disappear

I just took another yellow, God, a nigga for weird

I'm never steady, keeping it heavy

Get popped like confetti, you testing on the netty

I swear to say, deady, you better be ready

When we got them choppas collecting your head

And speaking of head, bitch, you gotta get out

Jaimoe walked in with a stick out

We ain't locked in, nigga, get out

Got that bum, nigga, getting picked out

You can say what you want, this ain't jail

Better read off the room like it's braille

I get bread, I could never be stale

Flights back to back, I'm up in air

Tryna steal all my sauce, I ain't care

I could smoke that boy down like a L

Send the 30, it came out out of hell