Lyrics Jail pt 2 - Kanye West

Jail pt 2

Take what you want\nTake everything\nTake what you want\nTake what you want\nBetter that I change my number so you can’t explain\nViolence in the night, violence in the night\nPriors, priors, do you have any product?\nWell, that one time, I’ll be honest\nI’ll be honest, we all liars, let it go\nI’ll be honest, we all liars\nI’ll be honest, we all liars\nI’m pulled over and I got priors\nGuess we goin' down, guess who’s goin' to jail?\nGuess who’s goin' to jail tonight?\nGuess who’s goin' to jail tonight?\nGuess who’s goin' to jail tonight?\nGod gon' post my bail tonight\nDon’t you curse at me on text, why you try to hit the flex?\nI hold up, like, «What?» I scroll, I scroll up like, «Next»\nGuess who’s getting X’ed? Like, next\nGuess who’s getting X’ed?\nYou made a choice, that’s your bad\nSingle life ain’t so bad\nBut we ain’t finna go there\nSomething’s off, I’ll tell you why\nGuess who’s goin' to jail tonight\nWhat a grand plan to sell you out\nI could scream and shout, let it out\nI’ll be honest, we all liars\nI’ll be honest, we all liars\nI’m pulled over and I got priors\nGuess we goin' down, guess who’s goin' to jail?\nGuess who’s goin' to jail tonight?\nGuess who’s goin' to jail tonight?\nGuess who’s goin' to jail tonight?\nGod gon' post my bail tonight\nMan, tell them haters open up the jail (Open up the jail)\nAnd you can tell my baby mamas get the bail money (Bail me)\nI said one thing they ain’t like, threw me out like they ain’t care for me\nThrew me out like I’m garbage, huh?\nAnd that food that y’all took off my table\nYou know that feed my daughters, huh? (Mmm)\nBut I ain’t really mad, 'cause when I look at it\nI’m getting them snakes up out my grass and, … that’s a good habit\nI’m ready for war, let’s get at 'em\nAnd teaming up ain’t gon' help 'em\n'Cause beating the odds too deep\nJust me and God, … I’m good at it\nMatter of fact, I’m great at it, my cell phone back at it\nI know these people gon' try to tell me how to talk\nDon’t know what I seen or what I was taught\nMy mama worked two or three jobs to take care of three of her kids,\nmy uncles watched\nYeah, we was raised by the crack addicts\nMmm, raised by the drug dealers, killers, and the junkies (Junkies)\nMama couldn’t save us 'cause she had to get the\nMama couldn’t save us 'cause she had to get the money\nFeel like your world falling, getting too hard to catch it, ain’t it?\nYou and your girl arguin', you don’t like how she actin' lately\nGiving it everything that you can give and you don’t get half the patience\nYou was busy hustlin', the things come with your hustle\nThey got in her head, corrupted her\nYeah, that’s probably what happened, ain’t it?\nLarge amount of capital, invested in myself\nUnderground, I ain’t even have a basement, I read the affidavit\nLet’s see what it is with you\nOnly thing I did to you\nWas always keep it real and true\nGuilty, guess they gon' have to take me\nGuess who’s goin' to jail tonight?\nGuess who’s goin' to jail tonight?\nGuess who’s goin' to jail tonight?\nGod gon' post my bail tonight