Trae
Trae - County Jail lyrics
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Featuring Lil Boosie [Hook x2: Lil Boosie] I used to be sittin’ in a county jail Who can I call on when it’s goin’ all wrong? Ain’t no one to call for help Please God (help me help me help me) I need help [Verse 1: Lil Boosie] 30 days, 60 days in this motherfuckin’ cage No one to call on when it’s going all wrong Petty charges, we charges, car charge Man I need a lawyer Dead in debt I money loan Plus I need a father Cuz it hurt me to the laws where he can’t help me neither So I follow the line, tearin’ it down Thuggin’ like it’s legal See quick my people and we at the same situation A couple grand I’m bringin’ home but ain’t nobody on So we like fuck it Yea our pen and our piece of paper Juice it out like fuck it, it gon get greater later Beat on the table, make the beat and put the rhyme on top Wishin’ the judge would show some love so we can grind the block I hit my dog, I need some change up in commerce here I’mma keep it real I need some shoes and some Zuzu Writtin’ letters to my girl, oh shit I need a friend Hopin’ she keep that pussy tight til nigga back again [Hook x2: Lil Boosie] I used to be sittin’ in a county jail Who can I call on when it’s goin’ all wrong? Please God (help me help me help me) I need help [Verse 2: Trae The Truth] I’m in the state county, all time still awaiting my sentence Day after day it’s out to sell like it’s perfect our tickets My pride the business but my freedom got me thinking That the lie about drinking water on top of Eddie’s nigga shit Inside the world I’m still a man but in here I’m a number Called in collect but ain’t nobody accepting this number Scream at my cellie, tell him catch me at the freeway Hit the niggas from the block so we can get the latest street play We called in town and they knowin’ this food trash I’m driven goin’ on a spread, I kick niggas across they ass One of my childhood niggas just got the chain for 30 Had a chance for an appeal but he fucked it for playing dirty I seen it all, even seen pussy niggas who talked So I’m mindin’ my own hopin’ county release my ho Go in the wreck plan, direct swippin’ to come home swole Fuck off the week until Wednesday, waitin’ on damage control [Hook x2: Lil Boosie] I used to be sittin’ in a county jail Who can I call on when it’s goin’ all wrong? Ain’t no one to call for help Please God (help me help me help me) I need help