Then play you all my latest shit
Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,
He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,
Rolling in more green than a hole in one
And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.
And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her
Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
Take you where you can't see black by k-ci forever my lady
You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby
And it is not ok, but hey,
White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say
Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
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