To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby
See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
And i got 'em every day, every day
Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today
Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,
See i let my nigga split that
This shit get critical, always gotta get different one
He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,
I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,
Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes
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