Lyrics:
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
yaknahmean?
You a Buttercup girl
Oh is that right?
Yeah
Well, I got Love Jones for you
Word, tell me about it
Chorus: Angel Cake
Because I'm blissful
Kiss you on yo naval
Sea bloom like it's April
Without you I get fake Jones
It's fucking up yo facial
It's a hassle
A struggle to keep
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
a shelf of empty liquor bottles.
Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,
Can ease the pain.
Drinkin' all my problems away
But still prayin' in Jesus' name.
Wetin Jesus e no fit do
I say wetin Jesus e no fit do
Wetin Jesus e no fit do
E no dey E no dey
If you bring your heart Him go give you joy
Bring
Hahaha killer season
Jesus piece check
Guardian angel check
I could go with the red white and the blues but it like fuck I don't know what shoes
Got
in Jesus' name.
Tryna' turn our voices up,
And the government tones us down.
Now that gas is goin' up,
And the hood is goin' down!
So the hood is
What's up y'all this is DJ Official
And here it is eternal Cypha
Reppin' the Lord Jesus Christ to the fullest
It's going down, it's going down
Now
lock & key, need my money promptly
So she bring it to me gotta get your own bitch
This dick ain't free I'm only covering for me
And I'm smart as Ivy
troubles down
Right at the feet of Jesus
Lay your troubles down
Chorus:
Come to the table (mmmmmmm)
Come to the table
More like Jesus written by Canaan
myself to bring you down, no
That's the Jesus inside of me
Hate been bribing me
Same God died for you and He died for me
You do me wrong, leave me alone,
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look
all the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth b**** (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin
all the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth b**** (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin
a knot... but I'm down to 9 cents and 9 senses tingling since 9,6 when I was 9...
So it's colorful in my head like 6ix 9ine...
Getting and giving colorful
of what I've got and what I'm dealt
I'm walking down this trail, call me Roosevelt
By my side is Method, he ain't tepid, all intrepid
All you skillless
makes it right
Now let us have a little talk with Jesus
Let us tell Him all about our troubles
He will hear our faintest cry
And He will answer by and by
Walk down on man
Step left, right
Hit that boy in the mental
Mike$av whip like Jones
Mask like doom
Told him aim for the temple
Aim with lead, good
chasing this chess's cause I know it's gon bring me more bitches
Mom say face your fears I face that shit by hustling EVD when I was a kid we got no dvd
I
Everything me seeing
Even down to levels anatomic
63% need likkle grabba 'pon it
Physically deh yah, medz deh 'pon another planet
If anuh Jacana Kush a must
The flows I know
The flows I know yeah the flows I know
Life gonna bring you highs and lows
It gonna bring you gifts
It gonna bring you woes
But you gotta
if it doesn't bring dollars in
Those that managed us
Those that were our agents
Those that were our accountants
Those that were the records
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