Jail Pose

(앨범: Porch - 2017)

[Grip:]
I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas
For the ones no longer here I pour some liquor
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas
For the ones no longer here I pour some liquor
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

[Tate228:]
Okay, no, hol up, hol up, hol up
See the world through these lenses
Photos outta them prisons
But my father never showed up
Special cloth with this garment
This fabric niggas ain't cut from
Gotta be careful when you walking
We targets niggas a gun for *pow*
Another victim to another teen, he sing
I been off the porch since 13
Off the porch since 13
Know how to cook it
If they want beef
All my niggas starving
So we gone eat
Trust me boy we gone eat, damn
The rotation of all them lifers
We just picked up that cycle
But shoulda picked up a bible
Some niggas picked up a college
Others picked up a rifle
It's a struggle but we brothers
Been working I can't be idle
So when we flick up
It's a jail pose
Corner chilling, jail pose
Don't know you
You ain't call before you come through
That's a hell no
What the fuck you thinking?
Lil niggas killing for Lincolns
Just imagine all that tragedy
They causing for a Franklin
Got double cups so they dranking
Percs and Xanny's they basis
Apocolypse of the zombies
See it all in they faces
Niggas been needing straightening
That tool a fix 'em like braces
Heart been racing
You been pacing
This picture you gotta face it
Fuck around and get a tummy tuck
Out here getting yo money up
That's tragic
Niggas laughing
But I ain't seeing what's funny, bruh
Damn, that's how the story goes
Let's take this pic but tag me in it
So U can show dem hoes
But first let me do my pose (it's Tate, nigga)

[Grip:]
I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas
For the ones no longer here I pour some liquor
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas
For the ones no longer here I pour some liquor
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

I know niggas state property living with no fucks or apologies given
Poverty stricken like what's the odds of me getting a winning lottery ticket?
Better off robbing and licking
Done seen shit that make a model Christian question God and religion
Out the bottles we sipping, deuce deuce in a brown bag
30 round mags, don't be around when they down bad
Career crooks that never came up with smarter tactics
To get this bread so instead they mastered the art of jacking
For starter jackets they aiming at you like target practice
Run streets like track meet, that don't exhaust a savage
Tryna come across some cabbage to cover the cost of habits
Causing static, pull addicts with automatics
Searching for percs and they lurking for them Xans
Niggas ain't washing cars but they squirting at sedans
Mercy mercy on me I ask for mercy from the man
Niggas hurting for them bands but getting murked ain't in the plan so while I'm still here
I gotta pose, life's got a lot of lows, often we bottle those in and keep the bottle closed
Shhhh, don't tell not a soul, keep hiding the pain
It's a sign of weakness and only the strong survive in this game
See that's that shit that we was taught as some young niggas
But now we grown and it's one of them things we brung with us
You see our prison is our mindset, but before my cell close
Just take a picture of me first while I do my jail pose

I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas
For the ones no longer here I pour some liquor
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas
For the ones no longer here I pour some liquor
And for the homies up the road nigga you know how it goes I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture