[Intro]
Oh, I posted bail?
I'm out this motherfucker? (Hahaha)
I can go? Ah, fuck y'all, ayy, fuck the judge
Fuck the motherfuckin' district attorney (Fuck you), the prosecutor (Fuck you)
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (Fuck you)
Fuck all y'all, 'cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail
Y'all ain't never gon' see me in this motherfucker again
Drop that shit, Em (Haha, yo)
Let these old punk-ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit
Niggas ain't goin' back to court, you stank-ass bitches
[Verse 1]
I'm stuck in jail, the DEA's tryin' to burn me
I'd be out on bail, if I had a good attorney
Want to label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up, I ain't trippin'
In the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk 'cause I'm rappin', they askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?
I can't sleep, they takin' Polaroids
And I'm tryin' to use the phone, but they makin' noise
Man, I wish I had my Glock, 'cause it's major
I'm makin' shanks out the plastic in razors
These motherfuckers won't leave me alone, that's my word
'Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder
I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches
Send more pictures, and make me some more riches
To all the suckers on the block, talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
'Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me
I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell
And I'm a thug, I was raised in jail, now I'm out on bail
Oh, I posted bail?
I'm out this motherfucker? (Hahaha)
I can go? Ah, fuck y'all, ayy, fuck the judge
Fuck the motherfuckin' district attorney (Fuck you), the prosecutor (Fuck you)
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (Fuck you)
Fuck all y'all, 'cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail
Y'all ain't never gon' see me in this motherfucker again
Drop that shit, Em (Haha, yo)
Let these old punk-ass bitches know how we runnin' this shit
Niggas ain't goin' back to court, you stank-ass bitches
[Verse 1]
I'm stuck in jail, the DEA's tryin' to burn me
I'd be out on bail, if I had a good attorney
Want to label me a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up, I ain't trippin'
In the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk 'cause I'm rappin', they askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?
I can't sleep, they takin' Polaroids
And I'm tryin' to use the phone, but they makin' noise
Man, I wish I had my Glock, 'cause it's major
I'm makin' shanks out the plastic in razors
These motherfuckers won't leave me alone, that's my word
'Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder
I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches
Send more pictures, and make me some more riches
To all the suckers on the block, talkin' shit while I was locked up
Be prepared to get socked up
'Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me
I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell
And I'm a thug, I was raised in jail, now I'm out on bail
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