County Jail - J. Stone

My bro got that deal

Now here come my case

Like here got these racial riots

Like here come that mace

Like there go these bunk beds

Like there go them gates

No matter where I’m at

I’ll never lose my faith

Walked inside a Blood dorm

They asked me where I’m from («Aye whre you from nigga»)

I told them NaybaHood Crip

They lik «These fades you gotta run»

Pushing back them bunks

So I can catch my head up

I’m back here squabbling Dimus before I made my bed up

In the County Jail

This where it goes down

So I’m left without a choice but stay 10 toes down

Then I hit the State

Now this word to my rivals

I paroled form the Pen with more verses then a Bible

They finely let me out

I’m back up on these streets

I ain’t seen the streets in years

Now I’m fresh up on the scene

Nip picked me up

He had a pound of weed

Like «We can go wherever bro, you know it’s all on me»

We could of jumped on a flight

We could of fucked with some hoes

But I just want to rap bro

Lets hit the studio

Turn up that mic

Let them hoes come later

We going back to back

Doing songs, getting greater

Lets all get right

Hussle told you I’ma beast

I passed niggas up that been out longer than me

From the County Jail, to the Pen, to the streets

I’ma stay loyal nigga

That’s one thing bout me

I’ma stay in my zone

That’s another thing bout me

Nobody in this game can say they don’t know bout me

They sent me up state

Man that’s word to my rivals

I paroled form the Pen with more verses then a Bible