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Pt 6 | Hazard Lights ⚠️ - Jay5ive
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Pt 6 | Hazard Lights ⚠️ Jay5ive

Pt 6 | Hazard Lights ⚠️ - Jay5ive
[Intro]
Bitch, grrah, grrah grrah
Jail story, pt. 2, comin' home
Grrah, grrah, grrah grrah
Can't, can't let her line me and shit

[Story]
Like, can't forget to mention
Like I'm comin' home, it's the day I got sentenced
Had me trapped in the box, no detention
I ain't goin' back, gettin' cuffed on them benches
Now I'm on the bus, OG givin' lectures
Like I been through enough, I ain't ask for a lesson
Nigga, let me teach you a lesson
When you in that jail, there ain't no Smith & Wesson
Palms shakin', arms sweatin'
Can't leave Blitz and Kapp, on bro I was stressin'
Thosе my brothers, behind fencеs
And I can't even visit, because I'm a felon
September 5th, I'm in that court
I'm telling my lawyer, "What I got to know?"
He like, "Mr. Abreu, stop all the stressin'
I'm tryna tell you that you comin' home"
I don't believe it, I'm really thinkin'
I'm really thinkin' that I'm on my own
They like, "Do not come back to this courtroom
'cause I do not want your face to come be shown"
I got on my kufi, she callin' me dirty
She keep tryna say the shit that she see wrong
The judge on my dick, keep tryna bring up shit
'Cause she really keep tryna bring up all my songs, like
But finally I'm gone
She just let me out, I'm tryna get a gun
My finger start itchin', feel it in my palms
Got home, just in time for my kid in my arms
Like bro what the fuck? This shit lookin' strange
I ain't see my block for a couple of days
Shit lookin' real sunny, fuck with my brain
How the fuck I get out? I was just in a cage
Like I'm on my block, I'm tellin' my ma
"I don't got a phone, can you call Sdot?
Like, can you call Jay? Like, can you call Rah?"
I think I see Jay, I think I see Naz
I'm out of my mind, I think that that's Dot
He get a lil close, that nigga on live
They givin' me hugs, just happy they with me
Mike Amiri my bottoms, I'm still feelin' drippy
And we hop in the spin, and we ride through the city
Shit lookin' crazy, shit lookin' iffy
I'm gettin' deady, bro rollin' 'Rippy
I'm tellin' them how the jail lookin' illy
No I ain't Makk, but everything 50
I need some lean that's gon' fuck with my kidney
The day that y'all lie to me, everything sitchy
Tryna find me a gun, who the fuck sellin' Brittany?
Paid a hundred dollars for a cab
'Cause they had me way too far in Jersey City
Thinkin' bout my BM bad
'Cause I need some pussy and I know she miss me
I like the way that she grab me
And I like the way that she touch me and kiss me
But she got my kid in her stomach, like
This ain't no game, nigga this ain't no Disney
Give a fuck, I just came home
So come take it off, baby girl let's get busy
Fell in love with the way that she moan
While she throwin' it back, I start grabbin' her titties
I'm just happy that I'm in her presence
'Cause I really got her, so everything litty
Now she get out the room, and she screamin' and shit
I'm like, "Baby girl, you really trippin'"
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