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Jail Time chords and lyrics - NOCAP
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[Verse 1] [F](KimJ with the heat [Am]XTT produced [F]that [Am]one) Yeah [Verse 2] My niggas didn't [Am]die broke but it [F]ain't make sense My head high doin' jail time Them niggas turned, I was [Am]only a couple days in I know not to call 'em next time I questioned devils, won't [F]ask again Tryna make a billion on accident Old money, I want no new [Em]friends [Am]Won't get a chance to come and hurt me again Pain still the same, it get [F]no better I keep seein' blood on my Margielas, ayy 'Lot of niggas 'round me but I'm still [Am]lonely Know I'm God sent, you can smell it on me [Verse 3] And I still shine without [F]the sun on me First day outta jail, had a gun on me Only way to beat me is make me stop [Am]breathin' or put the police on me I'm a successful young nigga but I ain't scared [F]to risk it Make them boys spin on your block 'til they dizzy Driver no show [Am]Got them racks in the cup holder I'm countin' money for the niggas that's gone I'm countin' money [F]for the niggas that's here I can't let 'em do me like youngin, I know how it is I knew the good die [Am]young right when Ceelo got killed Every time I speak about that shit, my whole body get chills So many times I remem[F]ber tellin' dude, "Chill" Paramedics put the blanket on him I look in Slim mama's [Am]eyes, I don't know how she feel I know she hurt, she just play like she stronger Low with the [F]hoodie on slidin' like I'm Highbridge Got more style than my stylist When I was talkin', they ain't listen Pain [Em]is my wit[Am]ness The pastor probably wanna kill me, I'm in church with my pistol I just talked to John Wall, [F]he say his mama died I guess ballin' don't mean nothin' He was askin' 'bout my court [Am]date I told him, "Ballin' don't mean nothin'" Before I go to [F]sleep, I hit my knees and I pray Protect me from police and keep them demons away I don't care what I see, [Am]Lord, [Em]just let [Am]me see today [F]For them [Am]to free Draco, I'd do whatever that it takes, yeah My niggas didn't [F]die broke [Am]but it [Verse 4] ain't make sense [F]My head high doin' jai[Am]l time Them niggas turned, I was only a couple days in I [C]know not [Am]to call 'em next time I questioned [Em]devils, [Am]won't ask [F]again Tryna make a billion [Am]on accident Old money, I [F]want no new friends Won't [Em]get a chance [Am]to come an[Em]d hurt me [Am]again Pain still the same, it get no [Am]better I keep [F]seein' blood [F]on my Margielas, ayy 'Lot of niggas 'round me but I'm still [F]lonely [Am]Know I'm God sent, you can smell it on me
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