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Jail Pose
Grip feat. Tate228
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I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)
Ayy, for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture
Ay, ay, I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)
And for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture
Okay, no, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (Hol' up)
See the world through these lenses (Yeah)
Photos outta them prisons
But my father never showed up
Special cloth with this garment
This fabric niggas ain't cut from (Nah)
Gotta be careful when you walking
We targets niggas a gun for POW!
Another victim to another teen, he sing
"I been off the porch since thirteen
Off the porch since thirteen"
Know how to cook it, if they want beef
All my niggas starving, so we gon' eat
Trust me boy we gon' eat, damn
The rotation of all them lifers (Uh)
We just picked up that cycle
But shoulda picked up a bible (Boy)
Some niggas picked up a college (Bang)
Others picked up a rifle
It's a struggle but we brothers
Been working I can't be idle
So when we flick up
It's a jail pose
Corner chillin', jail pose
Don't know you
You ain't call before you come through
Thats a hell no!
What the fuck you thinking?
Lil niggas killing for Lincolns
Just imagine all that tragedy
They causing for a Franklin
Got double cups so they drankin' (Uh-huh)
Percs and Xanny's they basis (Dang)
Apocalypse of the zombies
See it all in they faces
Niggas been needing straightening
That tool a fix 'em like braces
Heart been racing
You been pacing
This picture you gotta face it
Fuck around and get a tummy tuck
Out here getting yo money up
That's tragic, niggas laughing
But I ain't seeing what's funny, bruh (Nah)
Damn, that's how the story goes
Let's take this pic but tag me in it
So I can show them hoes
But first let me do my pose (it's Tate, nigga)
I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)
Ay, for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture
Ay, ay, I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)
And for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture
Uh, I know niggas state property living
With no fucks or apologies given, poverty stricken
Like what's the odds of me getting a winning lottery ticket?
Better off robbing and licking
Done seen shit that make a model Christian question God and religion
Out the bottles we sipping, deuce deuce in a brown bag
.30 round mags, don't be around when they down bad
Career crooks that never came up with smarter tactics
To get this bread so instead they mastered the art of jackin'
For starter jackets they aiming at you like target practice
Run streets like track meet, that don't exhaust a savage
Tryna come across some cabbage to cover the cost of habits
Causing static, peel addicts with automatics
Searching for percies, they lurking for them Xan's
Niggas ain't washing cars but they squirting at Sedans
Mercy mercy on me I ask for mercy from the man
Niggas hurting for them bands
But getting murked ain't in the plan, so while I'm still here
I gotta pose, life's got a lot of lows
Often we bottle those in and keep the bottle closed
Shhhh, don't tell not a soul, keep hiding the pain
It's a sign of weakness and only the strong survive in this game
See that's that shit that we was taught as some young niggas
But now we grown and it's one of them things we brung with us
You see our prison is our mindset, but before my cell close
Just take this picture of me first, while I do my jail pose
I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)
Ay, for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture
Ay, ay, I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)
And for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture
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