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Jail Time
12,456
Hip-Hop/Rap
Jail Time was released on July 16, 2020 by 2020 as a part of the album Steel Human
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Release DateJuly 16, 2020
Label2020
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Vocals
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Producer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

KimJ with the heat
XTT produced that one
Yeah
My **** didn't die broke but it ain't make sense
My head high doing jail time
Them **** turned, I was only a couple days in
I know not to call 'em next time
I questioned devils, won't ask again
Tryna make a billion on accident
Old money, I want no new friends
Won't get a chance to come and hurt me again
Pain still the same, it get no better
I keep seeing blood on my Margielas, ayy
Lot of **** 'round me but I'm still lonely
Know I'm God-sent, you can smell it on me
And I still shine without the sun on me
First day outta jail, had a gun on me
Only way to beat me is make me stop breathing or put the police on me
I'm a successful young **** but I ain't scared to risk it
Make them boys spin on your block 'til they dizzy
Driver no show
Got them racks in the cupholder
I'm counting money for the **** that's gone
I'm counting money for the **** that's here
I can't let 'em do me like youngin, I know how it is
I knew the good die young right when Ceelo got killed
Every time I speak about that shit, my whole body get chills
So many times I remember telling Duke, "Chill"
Paramedics put the blanket on him
I look at Slim on my eyes, I don't know how she feel
I know she hurt, she just play like she stronger
Low with the hoodie on, sliding like I'm Highbridge
Got more style than my stylist
When I was talking, they ain't listen, pain is my witness
The pastor prolly wanna kill me, I'm in church with my pistol
I just talked to John Wall, he say his mama died
I guess ballin' don't mean nothin'
He was asking 'bout my court date
I told him, "Balling don't mean nothing"
Before I go to sleep, I hit my knees and I pray
Protect me from police and keep them demons away
I don't care what I see, Lord, just let me see today
For them to free Draco, I'd do whatever that it takes, yeah
My **** didn't die broke but it ain't make sense
My head high doing jail time
Them **** turned, I was only a couple days in
I know not to call 'em next time
I questioned devils, won't ask again
Tryna make a billion on accident
Old money, I want no new friends
Won't get a chance to come and hurt me again
Pain still the same, it get no better
I keep seeing blood on my Margielas, ayy
Lot of **** 'round me but I'm still lonely
Know I'm God-sent, you can smell it on me
Written by: Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford
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