Dead or in Jail - A-Wax

Plan to get all out this bitch

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 bitch

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 shit

Sometimes I feel hopeless and shit

I can’t really give it my all (why?)

Because I feel over this shit

It’s not that I can’t deal with the game it’s that once you combine it with

cobras and shit

It all just start taking a toll

I promised we’d make it to sco (?)

Fuck all of the snakes in the grass

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

All of my partners are dead or in jail

Trying to better myself

But will I wind up in heaven or hell?

I can’t depend on myself

I can’t depend on no bitch

I can’t depend on no plug

I can’t depend on myself

So I’m dependent on drugs

I’m swerving and curving this Benz

Perking off perks in these burgundy timbs

Fucking on her then her friends

That’s where the hatred most certainly stem

I like my convertibles red

This sprites hella 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 bitch 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

All of my partners are dead or in jail

Trying to better myself

But will I wind up in heaven or hell?

I can’t depend on myself

I can’t depend on no bitch

I can’t depend on no plug

I can’t depend on myself

So I’m dependent on drugs

I don’t depend on myself

Got in a shootout and fucked 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 fuck 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

All of my partners are dead or in jail

Trying to better myself

But will I wind up in heaven or hell?

I can’t depend on myself

I can’t depend on no bitch

I can’t depend on no plug

I can’t depend on myself

So I’m dependent on drugs