County Jail

(Verse 1)
My bro got that deal
Now here come my case
Like here got these racial riots
Like here come that mace
Like there go these bunk beds
Like there go them gates
No matter where I’m at
I’ll never lose my faith
Walked inside a Blood dorm
They asked me where I’m from (“Aye whеre you from nigga”)
I told them NaybaHood Crip
They likе “These fades you gotta run”
Pushing back them bunks
So I can catch my head up
I’m back here squabbling Damus before I made my bed up

(Chorus)
In the County Jail
This where it goes down
So I’m left without a choice but stay 10 toes down
Then I hit the State
Now this word to my rivals
I paroled form the Pen with more verses then a Bible

(Verse 2)
They finely let me out
I’m back up on these streets
I ain’t seen the streets in years
Now I’m fresh up on the scene
Nip picked me up
He had a pound of weed
Like “We can go wherever bro, you know it’s all on me”
We could of jumped on a flight
We could of fucked with some hoes
But I just want to rap bro
Lets hit the studio
Turn up that mic
Let them hoes come later
We going back to back
Doing songs, getting greater
Lets all get right
Hussle told you I’ma beast
I passed niggas up that been out longer than me
From the County Jail, to the Pen, to the streets
I’ma stay loyal nigga
That’s one thing bout me
I’ma stay in my zone
That’s another thing bout me
Nobody in this game can say they don’t know bout me
They sent me up state
Man that’s word to my rivals
I paroled form the Pen with more verses then a Bible