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letra de no jail time - g herbo

[intro]
yeah
i told chase wasn’t no n-ggas rappin’ this good under twenty-five and i meant it
it’s g herbo
my lighter say life is what you make it, man
when i get to fl!ckin’ that bic like wayne, you n-ggas in trouble
(dougie on the beat)
uh

[verse 1]
i set the bar high as f-ck where i’m from
considering n-ggas quick to run out of luck where i’m from
i had to duck bullets, tuck guns
a opp had the ups on me, i couldn’t bust run
took some real big losses, had a tough run
we was dancin’ with the devil, we like, “f-ck fun”
sh-t got real wild
.40 glock, alarm clock, shots real loud
fathered the streets, nevеr birthed a real child
lil wayne is rеal hot on my block
when you get your top popped, the cops watch
so used to drill and k!ll, and n-ggas stealin’ non stop
you can’t name a street that’s terrifyin’ here and not rocks, motherf-cker
where i come from it ain’t nothin’ but bloodsuckers
sure this ain’t no love for us, real hustler, he can’t trust his blood brother
knew he had to beat the odds for him to win since a little child
live in sin but he still smile
got n0body when he feel down
sell coke but he keep the fam good, momma still proud
uh, n-ggas stress but be real chill
roll weed when he fill pills
god-fearing but he’ll still k!ll
probably put a center in his wheel
n-ggas spin and miss thanksgiving, christmas and that’s real spill
everybody gotta start as beginners
where i’m from, you love the first n-gga took you on a real drill
[chorus]
n-gga got rich, no jail time
never bought a watch tryna tell time
used to grab hammers when it’s nail time
how the f-ck i get rich, no jail time?
n-gga got rich, no jail time
n-gga got rich, no jail time
i’m recordin’ how i feel, ain’t got a middle man
life crazy, but i feel fine

[verse 2]
nothin’ special about me, i made mistakes like a motherf-cker
student of the game, i gotta play this sh-t the same as you
execution, had an opportunity the same as you
lane was like a wide receiver drill, i just made it through
nine of ten times, you want change, gotta change your crew
‘less you got a crew where n-ggas doin’ sh-t the same as you
‘posed to ride or die, homicide for your guys, code of silence, go to trial, got a crew where n-ggas namin’ you
i’ma wear that sh-t right on my back ’cause that’s what gangsters do
you got soldiers with you? real soldiers with me bangin’ too
we could do this like the range too
’cause i know you got the flame and i got the flame too
and you probably got some aim, i know i got some aim too
you can’t wait to let out anger, i’ve been through some pain too
we can find peace or make it rain, bullets ’til you need a rain suit
stomach like a scientist, that means i seen some brains too (ugh)
[chorus]
n-gga got rich, no jail time
never bought a watch tryna tell time
used to grab hammers when it’s nail time
how the f-ck i get rich, no jail time?
n-gga got rich, no jail time
n-gga got rich, no jail time
i’m recordin’ how i feel, ain’t got a middle man
life crazy, but i feel fine

- g herbo

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