County Jail Trae tha Truth (Ft. Boosie Badazz)

[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
I'mma send this out to the motherfuckin' struggle I had nigga
Down on a note, I'm broke
Real talk

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
I used to be sittin' in a county jail
Who can I call on when it's goin' all wrong?
Ain't no one to call for help
Please God (help me help me help me)
I need help

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
30 days, 60 days in this motherfuckin' cage
No one to call on when it's going all wrong
Petty charges, weed charges, car charge
Man I need a lawyer
Dead in debt I money loan, plus I need a father
Cousin hurt me, took a loss where he can't help me neither
So I fall on the line, tearin' it down, thuggin' like it's legal
See quick my people and we at the same situation
A couple grand I'm bring 'em home but ain't nobody on
So we like fuck it, get our pen and our piece of paper
Juice it out like fuck it, it gon get greater later
Beat on the table, make the beat and put the rhyme on top
Wishin' the judge would show some love so we can grind the block
I hit my dog, I need some change up in comacery here
I'm a keep it real I need some shoes and some soups (I'm hungry)
Writtin' letters to my girl, hoping she don't meet a friend
Hoping she keep that pussy tight till nigga back again