Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit
Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,
He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,
And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab
Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that
He dont want the diamonds
Nick all the worlds childrens presents
And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne
My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone
Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,
Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay
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