Call From The County Jail Lyrics

This is a prepaid call from an inmate at the County Correctional Facility

All phone calls are subject to recording and monitoring

We was the reason they didn't do nothing to our people

I told you that I'm by your side, so I ain't never leaving

Going through processing, it's going slow, it's cold in here

How they ain't reaching out and they know that they dawg need them

I'm on my way back home, I need a place to stay

Can't even get a job, so how I'm gon' make a way

Loose lips sink ships and that's a penalty

But I'm a legend forever, they gon' remember me

Can't blame you for my actions

I do so much, I can't regret it

I started moving backwards

Go hard, I would rather

My co-d ran his lips and I can't even get out of here

I can't go out like my cousin, you know he died in here

Looking at the mirror at night while I'm trying to wash my drawers

Still gotta sharpen up my knife so I don't take a loss

And I'm gon' be with you at night, right now it's collect calls

I'ma get up out these cells and I'ma turn up to a boss

I saw the n***a saying he had to sacrifice, he did his dog

I gotta get out this shit, I don't give a fuck if I was right or wrong

Say he in violation and he shouldn't have told what he saw

Or should I stay in here and say fuck the world and fuck them all

High speed on the interstate, they all turnt informers

Guards are knocking on the wall telling us that it's morning

I tried to tell them to stay patient, this shit gon' be enormous

You was just in a cell block, now you on the stage performing

I could be lurking for the opps, but I'm in this bitch recalled

And we still lurking for the opps, we went from door to door

The way we booted up and got a turn, I swear that shit ain't normal

Had a Johnny Hendrix and taking shit, but now I'm in a foreign

My bitch foreign, they killed him, he was unarmed

We gotta watch this city mourn, tryna protest we breaking stores

We gotta look out for the poor, we gotta go give a hand more

Still in this city, still in the war, ain't no fake vibes, don't feel forced

Siniya I got my call, she ain't picking up

Been talking to Keemo all day, can my brother really lift me up

Been talking to Lowiooo about sliding for what them niggas did to us

Been tellin' Quel Geez to make them beats, bro, come get rich with us

Not to get off subject, but to the opps, it's 24 to 0

But when I die, 72 on 72, just put me on the mural

This your world, we just living in it

Girl, I promise this your world

In this world, I been feeling different, this a call from the jail