K/Kanye West/Jail, Pt. 2 ft. Francis and the Lights, DaBaby & Marilyn Manson
[Intro: Kanye West] Take what you want Take everything Take what you want Take what you want
[Verse 1: Kanye West] 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
[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West with Marilyn Manson] I'll be honest, we all liars I'll be honest, we all liars I'm pulled over and I got priors (Priors) Guess we goin' down, guess who's goin' to jail?
[Chorus: Kanye West with Marilyn Manson] Guess who's goin' to jail tonight? Guess who's goin' to jail tonight? Guess who's goin' to jail tonight? God gon' post my bail tonight
[Verse 2: Kanye West & Francis and the Lights] Don't you curse at me on text, why you try to hit the flex? I hold up, like, "What?" I scroll, I scroll up like, "Next" Guess who's getting 'exed? Like, next Guess who's getting 'exed? 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 goin' to jail tonight What a grand plan to sell you out I could scream and shout, let it out
[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West with Marilyn Manson] I'll be honest, we all liars I'll be honest, we all liars I'm pulled over and I got priors Guess we goin' down, guess who's goin' to jail?
[Chorus: Kanye West with Marilyn Manson] Guess who's goin' to jail tonight? Guess who's goin' to jail tonight? Guess who's goin' to jail tonight? God gon' post my bail tonight
[Verse 3: DaBaby] 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 'cause when I look at it I'm getting them snakes up out my grass and, nigga, that's a good habit I'm ready for war, let's get at 'em And teaming up ain't gon' help 'em 'Cause beating the odds too deep Just me and God, shit, nigga, I'm good at it Matter of fact, I'm great at it, my cell phone back at it I know these people gon' try to tell me how to talk Don't know what I seen or what I was taught My momma 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 'cause she had to get the... Mama couldn't save us 'cause she had to get the money Feel like your world falling, getting too hard to catch it, ain't it? You and your girl arguin', you don't like how she actin' lately Giving it everything that you can give and you don't get half the patience You was busy hustlin', 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 'gon have to take me
[Chorus: Kanye West with Marilyn Manson] Guess who's goin' to jail tonight? Guess who's goin' to jail tonight? Guess who's goin' to jail tonight? God gon' post my bail tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
