Vanderslice - Jail Saga lyrics

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Vanderslice - Jail Saga lyrics

(*Phone conversation*) (Shabazz talking) Yeah, it's that Juvi sh** That hair pins and dubi sh** That push it right through me sh** Whadup? Y'all lil Juvi's man - pay attention (Chorus) Bazz 2x His first time up North lil n***a slipped the tongue up In the mess hall throwing that ol' thirty-one up Poked 'em up in the yard, Juvi had to cough a lung up sh** got too deep behind the wall, so we hung up [Shabazz the Disciple] Shells from the fifth grazed 'em When the stick-up goons rushed the crib to wave 'em He had a vest on and sh** saved 'em My son stay watching that money moving He stayed in the kitchen shaving He was a victim of plague of Erebus Sixteen on that ride up the Green Haven A lil Juvi in the real situation If he don't gang up or hit the prayer rug he straight initiation Trialed as an adult, murder one and firearms Won't see the board till 2029, he gon' die a con A young thug, the judge stay banging and nails in his palm Son was only thirteen and had to bury his moms Grew up in Juvi-max, he got stabbed up in Rikers His first time in the yard, he start pumping for them lifers They shipped 'em to the mountains, now he in them gang ciphers They raided his crib, took his lil man's diapers Blew trial, ain't no cute cards like Michelle Pfeiffer His pops was a bing plus the moms was a piper Caught a body and the kid's mom used to change his diapers Through the head, through the windshield, blood on all the wipers Banged up with the cops when them n***as came in and cuff 'em In the spot breaking bread when their FEDS came in to rush 'em The first offer was natural life Nearly dated grim, fate behind that steel barbed wire pearly gate On his way in n***as called out his name but he ain't answer He stabbed the first n***a in General Pop. to get the transfer Caught a few cases and the judge ain't throwing 'em out Mad n***as he done clap, was controlling the house Six months in he got weight by his bunkie sh** got too deep behind the wall now he a junkie Start tripping off patch, f**ing up n***as business Caught a drug charge in, plead bargain for lesser sentence Pushing through in the yard he got rushed to infirmary On his way back to God, some of us bleed internally Thoughts are hanging up in the cell saying his prayers No more riding shotgun with them hood millionaires This big boy business, scars come with this life The hood is jail, we all business, bars come with this life My son was raised as a ba*tard, his moms was a straight fiend He hung up, was in this casket at State Green (Chorus) Bazz 2x

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