NFL, Jail Or Hell Lyrics

(Adre, light 'em up)
You know, it's like, the street niggas all over the world got the same story
This shit all a cycle
How the fuck I know your story, ain't never met you?
Now, right before your nigga die, say he ain't text you
All your life, boy, I can bet you (Oh)

Young dirty nigga with some dirty-ass ways (Ways)
Dirty-ass jail we had some dirty-ass Ks (Bah)
I was only realizing this life shit amazin' ('Mazin')
Either ball or rap but just go televise your pain
NFL, jail or go to hell (Hell)
That's the only wish we made when throwin' four-nick's down the well (Bah)
They ain't give us lemonade we had a nick and dimе to sell (Grams)
You don't get no time to think until you gеt time in a cell (Oh)

Either you was stealin' cars out there, learnin' how to rob
Or you either weighin' up a rock or you either breakin' down a 'gar
Or you either hoppin' out at stars or you either stealin' out the mall
Or you either playin' on the field but either way you tryna ball (Way)
And you gon' run into a friend, y'all gon' get close as kin (Family)
He be tougher, he gon' teach you how to take shit to the chin
Y'all gon' have to take a bid or either fall out 'bout a bitch
Or either fuck up tryna spin (Skrrt) and then the police box you in

You will be thinkin' that it's over, havin' demons in your head (Head)
You gon' try to change your life when you realize you been misled
Then you going to reach out to your friend because of feeling in your chest
And you gon' see him on the 'Gram before you get the call he dead
And it's gon' hurt you more than ever (Ever), now you think retaliation
Now the police at your house tryna collect information
But you leave it in the streets (Streets), then it's back to the beat (Back)
Now you can't even go to sleep (Sleep), still seein' a nigga bleed (Bleed)
Now it's back to the ball (Back) 'cause the cycle never stop (Stop)
You just bought another Glock (Bah), on the back, you put a box (Box, bah)
It's like niggas never learn (Yeah) even when a nigga die (Die)
'Cause we signed up for it (For it), so take another loss

Either you was stealin' cars out there, learnin' how to rob
Or you either weighin' up a rock or you either breakin' down a 'gar
Or you either hoppin' out at stars (Stars) or you either stealin' out the mall (Mall)
Or you either playin' on the field (Field) but either way you tryna ball (Ball)
And you gon' run into a friend, y'all gon' get close as kin (Family)
He be tougher, he gonna teach you how to take shit to the chin (Chin)
Y'all gon' have to take a bid or either fall out 'bout a bitch
Or either fuck up tryna spin and then the police box you in (Change, man)

Hold up, how the fuck, how the fuck my life your life? (You see him up on the 'Gram but they won't—)
How the fuck your life my life?
You see him up on the 'Gram but they won't send you nothin' (I'm just sayin')

He postin' a hundred thousand but he won't buy you honey buns
We spinned a couple blocks, you damn near shot a hundred guns
Gotta love your bro, you startin' to treat him like your mama son
The streets made me a man
I said how far it was 'til they cut off my hands
My dog started rappin', they thought I was his biggest fan
Gotta support you, bro
TRX, it's just a Ram, it's not an armored truck
I put the box on every gen, who really want war with us?
Told her pull out all her friends and there's like four of us
Just me and the guys
I told her excuse my language, excuse my French, it's me in the 5's
Tryna go 'bout takin' out, I don't want them draw their fire
Told brody, wanna take them down if it get hard to survive, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
She tell me that she love me, yeah, yeah
She don't know that I paid for her friend, yeah