You're going to jail~

[Verse 1] He was thirteen, tryna act grown in hand‑me‑down Jordans, Chillin’ with dudes who treated trouble like a hobby. They tossed him a tag can, said “hit that wall, lil’ homie,” And he thought that meant he was part of something. Didn’t see the cops watchin’, didn’t see the path forming — Just a kid playin’ gangster ‘cause the block said it looked cool. [Verse 2] By sixteen he’s runnin’ errands, thinkin’ he’s “in the game,” Holdin’ bags he never checked, doin’ favors he never questioned. Money in his pocket, ego in the sky, Talkin’ loud like he’s bulletproof, Even though every OG knew he wasn’t built for heat. But he kept pushin’, kept flexin’, kept ignorin’ the signs. [Chorus] You're going to jail~ You're going to jail~ You took the thug's path, You're going to jail~ You're GOING to jail~ Look how tough you are now... [Verse 3] One night the crew hits a lick that’s way above his pay grade, And he’s just there ‘cause he didn’t wanna look soft. Masks on, nerves high, plan shaky as a folding chair — And of course it blows up. Sirens hit like a jump scare, boys scatter like pigeons, And he’s runnin’ like hell, but fear’s already cuffin’ him. [Verse 4] They grab him behind a dumpster, breath gone, pride gone, Hands behind his back, face on the hood. He’s thinkin’ about all the times he laughed at warnings, All the chances he had to dip out clean. Now he’s in the backseat, lights flashin’ red and blue, And the narrator in the sky is hummin’ that same damn tune. [Chorus] You're going to jail~ You're going to jail~ You took the thug's path, You're going to jail~ You're GOING to jail~ Look how tough you are now... [Bridge] Ain’t no glory in the cuffs, no legends in the booking room. Just cold benches, cold stares, cold reality. Every kid thinks he’s different till the bars slam shut — But the story never changes, only the faces do. [Outro] Lights out. Steel door clicks. And somewhere, the universe whispers: “Should’ve stayed in school, lil’ man.”