Jail pt 2 Lyrics by Kanye West ft. DaBaby & Marilyn Manson is latest English song with music also given by them. Jail pt 2 song lyrics are written by Kanye West.
Jail pt 2 Song Detail
Singer: Kanye West, DaBaby, Marilyn Manson
Composer: Kanye West, DaBaby, Marilyn Manson
Lyrics by: 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 going down, guess who’s going to jail?
Guess who’s going to jail tonight?
Guess who’s going to jail tonight?
Guess who’s going to jail tonight?
God gone 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 going 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 going down
Guess who’s going to jail?
Guess who’s going to jail tonight?
Guess who’s going to jail tonight?
Guess who’s going to jail tonight?
God gone 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, cuz 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 gone help ’em
Cuz 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 gone 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 cuz she had to get the—
Mama couldn’t save us cuz she had to get the money
Feel like your world falling
Getting too hard to catch it, ain’t it?
You and your girl arguing
You don’t like how she acting lately
Giving it everything that you can give and
You don’t get half the patience
You was busy hustling, 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 gone have to take me
Guess who’s going to jail tonight?
Guess who’s going to jail tonight?
Guess who’s going to jail tonight?
God gone post my bail tonight