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a-wax - dead or in jail lyrics

[verse 1]
plan to get all out this b-tch
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 b-tch
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 sh-t
sometimes i feel hopeless and sh-t
i can’t really give it my all (why?)
because i feel over this sh-t
it’s not that i can’t deal with the game it’s that once you combine it with cobras and sh-t
it all just start taking a toll
i promised we’d make it to sco (?)
f-ck all of the snakes in the gr-ss
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

[hook x2]
all of my partners are dead or in jail
trying to better myself
but will i wind up in heaven or h-ll?
i can’t depend on myself
i can’t depend on no b-tch
i can’t depend on no plug
i can’t depend on myself
so i’m dependent on drugs

[verse 2]
i’m swerving and curving this benz
perking off perks in these burgundy timbs
f-cking on her then her friends
that’s where the hatred most certainly stem
i like my convertibles red
this sprites h-lla 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 b-tch 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

[verse 3]
i don’t depend on myself
got in a shootout and f-cked 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 f-ck 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

- a wax lyrics

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