6AM In Cali Jay5ive

[Intro]
I can't be a—
(Sptvnik)
I can't let 'em—
Like, the D's tryna get on my bop
(Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)

[Verse]
Why the fuck do they keep tryna put me inside?
Like I wasn't just sittin' inside
And they keep takin' most of my guys
That shit hurtin' me, can't even lie
Like, I don't know why I'm not feeling nobody
But I think I'm just stuck in my mind
Like, why do I keep on falling for you got me?
Said, "I'm flocking my gun, I hear that one more time"
Like, wait, bro, I think I see signs
Why the judge do not want me outside?
Why the DA keep tryna describe me?
Like, I'm not the one that you see doing crimes
Like, why the police keep tryna harass me?
Like, I'm not thе one who shot one out that car
Like, Alеc done came to my block right from Cali, like, he got to see what's a day with Jay5ive
Like, the police, they want me in cuffs
I don't know what the fuck I'ma do
I been tryin' to stay in the stu'
Got a daughter, I do this for you
Traumatized from the colors I seen
I'm allergic to red, white, and blue
Police tell me don't walk with my gun
But who gon' be there when I'm on the news?
Tryna stack up a million blues
Tryna run up a million views
And you can't do the things that I do
And you never could walk in my shoes
You ain't been through the shit that I did
And the guns that I shot, you can't shoot
You think that I wanted to start shootin' guns?
Well you gotta get 'em before they get you
My mother be worried and texting my phone
She saying, "Come home, I'll be there in a few"
And I'm scared to tell her I might not come home
So I text her back like, "I'm coming home soon"
And I barely speak to my mother
But I say I love her the times that I do
My grandmother raised me, I feel like she hate me
When she talkin' to me, she say "This is not you"
And I'm tellin' my mother I got her
Yeah, I'm your baby, but I'm makin' moves
Bro went to jail, I was only eleven
Mama was crying, ain't know what to do
My lil' sister, she know that I love her
She can get what she want, any shoes
I was in jail, they ain't send me a dollar
I put bread on my books, I was buying my food
Off the pages, I ran it up
Like, I need a Cash App from him, him, and you
Like, I had the late night, I had two hundred
I ran it up over stamp and K2
Warden 4 tryna come in my cell
Why they keep tryna run in my room?
Like, I know it's somebody who tell
It's no way that I'm always the one that they choose
FlyRah, yeah, I'm grateful for you
Rackz be steady saving me too
All my Sweepers, I'm praying for you
Like, I'm broken hearted, I'm missing my brooms
I took too many L's, how the fuck can I lose?
Like, I'm really putting my pain in the booth
Jay5ive keep on tellin' Jay Fever, "Keep going"
But Fever start getting impatient of dude