He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,
I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun
See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,
I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,
Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.
Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away
Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today
No less profit, themed when we drop shit
Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,
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