See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,
But you're loving mine i am the shit
We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day
Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today
He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,
Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family
Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky
Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby
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