Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead or in Jail, artist - A-Wax. Date of issue: 26.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dead or in Jail |
| Plan to get all out this bitch |
| My partner just died all this mud in my sprite |
| Don’t wanna pour out a sip |
| Don’t wanna pour out a sip |
| Plan to get all out this bitch |
| My partner just died all this mud in my sprite |
| Don’t wanna pour out a sip |
| With so many people around me to get high with don’t have to roll up a zip |
| I’m noticing evil around me so much that I can’t even focus on shit |
| Sometimes I feel hopeless and shit |
| I can’t really give it my all (why?) |
| Because I feel over this shit |
| It’s not that I can’t deal with the game it’s that once you combine it with |
| cobras and shit |
| It all just start taking a toll |
| I promised we’d make it to sco (?) |
| Fuck all of the snakes in the grass |
| They can just die like some snakes on the road |
| My only concern is the bread |
| Still can’t believe Ernest is dead |
| We buried his body in black |
| He would have preferred it in red |
| All of my partners are dead or in jail |
| Trying to better myself |
| But will I wind up in heaven or hell? |
| I can’t depend on myself |
| I can’t depend on no bitch |
| I can’t depend on no plug |
| I can’t depend on myself |
| So I’m dependent on drugs |
| I’m swerving and curving this Benz |
| Perking off perks in these burgundy timbs |
| Fucking on her then her friends |
| That’s where the hatred most certainly stem |
| I like my convertibles red |
| This sprites hella dirty I said |
| You might want to call 'fore you come |
| I might want to murder your friends |
| I plan to get two out the one |
| I got my name shooting a gun |
| My partners are dead or in jail |
| I’m missing us moving as one |
| This bitch is both stupid and dumb |
| Thinking that I would be stupid or dumb |
| You think I was Lucifer’s son |
| Watching the way I maneuver through slums |
| All of my partners are dead or in jail |
| Trying to better myself |
| But will I wind up in heaven or hell? |
| I can’t depend on myself |
| I can’t depend on no bitch |
| I can’t depend on no plug |
| I can’t depend on myself |
| So I’m dependent on drugs |
| I don’t depend on myself |
| Got in a shootout and fucked up the high that I had from the weed |
| But then the high that I got from adrenaline helped |
| Spent a QP on the belt |
| They can’t put me on the shelf |
| Why you so quick to say free all your dogs |
| Then you so slow to go free them yourself |
| All of my homies are gone |
| So many of them are dead |
| How ya’ll still rapping with blood? |
| How you don’t know he the feds? |
| Gotta depend on this strap |
| In case they come to put holes in my head |
| Hurry come get you a pack |
| Let me get back to the hoes in my bed |
| Most of my clothing is red |
| You spiked all the soda I sip |
| You might want o call 'fore you come |
| I might got your hoe in my bed |
| The fuck kinda leader is you? |
| When you don’t keep when you don’t keep (?) |
| I heard that you wrote em in jail |
| Said he ain’t opened it yet |
| All of my partners are dead or in jail |
| Trying to better myself |
| But will I wind up in heaven or hell? |
| I can’t depend on myself |
| I can’t depend on no bitch |
| I can’t depend on no plug |
| I can’t depend on myself |
| So I’m dependent on drugs |