[Chorus] Back against the wall, I was prayin' in my jail cell
Talkin' to my god like can you please get me out of here
Niggas said they real but now I seen niggas ain't real again
'cause if we had a bond then how come you ain't bond me out of there?
Talkin' to my kids and they're like daddy where the hell you at?
Cook County Jail, daddy locked up where the killers at
All you niggas prayed on my downfall, I'm gon' remember that
Never stress, just put your trust in God because he got your back

[Verse] God is good all the time, all the time God is good
Shit I ain't gotta go to church, I pray up in the hood
My niggas turned they back on me just like I knew they would
Own niggas plot on me, probably kill me if they could
Shit crazy, locked up, I was missin' my babies
In the backseat of 12's car like they drivin' Ms. Daisy
Paper chasin', ain't no talkin', ain't no cooperation
Police hatin', they just want to get me back in the station
Turn on the radio, I'm probably on your fuckin' station
Another gun shot, they said I violated my probation
Ain't even have a weapon on me, they exaggerated
I'm agitated 'cause all my love ones separated
My bed I made it, I lay up in it 'til someone save me
Kush smoke, gun smoke, no how my Glock it ain't got no safety
Because that safety ain't no PC, shit ain't tolerated
Put me on deck with all the killers, feed my obligation
Where you from? where you is? bitch ain't no conversation
You want to fight, go on the stance, the real ones gonna praise me
And every day we can fight in this bitch until they save me
And we can fight in this bitch every day until they save me
My bond one hundred K, I wonder who gon' come and get me
King of my city and them crackers locked my crown up with me
And when it rains it pours, get rich die tryin', I feel like Fifty
One lonely sandwich, a PB&J and ain't no Jiffy
Somethin' like a hickey magician, niggas man they so tricky
Own niggas iffy, they care more 'bout if they bitches pretty
The old me would get out, shoot her in her face and titty
But the new me not trippin' 'cause I know God is with me
Red bottoms like the devil, I'm not with the preachin'
Niggas bite the hand that feed 'em, you can keep the leaching
A real man would've just bond me right up out the precinct
A real friend up on my birthday would've came and seen me
My baby mama always right, she realer than these niggas
Niggas hate that I got big, they gon' hate when I'm bigger
God always on my side so I don't need these niggas
And I'm back to smokin' woods, bitch you can keep them swishers

[Chorus] Back against the wall, I was prayin' in my jail cell
Talkin' to my god like can you please get me out of here
Niggas said they real but now I seen niggas ain't real again
'cause if we had a bond then how come you ain't bond me out of there?
Talkin' to my kids and they're like daddy where the hell you at?
Cook County Jail, daddy locked up where the killers at
All you niggas prayed on my downfall, I'm gon' remember that
Never stress, just put your trust in God because he got your back