Lyrics:
it, I can smell it
(Sometimes it gets hard)
Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power
(Don't let 'em pull your car over)
Now and forever more
Making life
Disrespect that she's anti-cop lack intellect and I got
More for you to disregard when I'm defining pro-black
With cold facts for melanin snapshots that's
scheming
Baby how was I to know, the winter wind would be so cold
Tell me now
I never caught a feeling this hard
Lost in your eyes
Summertime is over now
I'm
Ya'll ready?
I don't think ya'll ready, but I'm gonna do it anyway
Let's go
In a world so cold (Aye)
It's hard to see the truth unfold (Unfold)
It's a cold word
Menace
Heartless
Jones (Menace, Flow Jones Menace)
Gimme that
Gimme that, Gimme that, alladat
Go go (Uh!)
Uh! Gimme that neck
them a run go
Big Olmec head ina them jungle
Broad nose black face like me uncle
And them still a teach the pickney bout Columbus
Ask Indiana Jones him
Everybody react different when the casket hauled off
I’m bout as
Cackalacky as a pack of paul malls
And a basketball jones
Tell me
What in the world mean
a kid, walking the streets,
The other kids hid - so they did!
Now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made.
The shops that need aid are
There was a man so cold
No life was in his eyes
He had a look so hard
I never see him smile
There's a man with no life in his eyes
One of the most
My pops uncle was a minister
When my mom left my dad it was hard for him to get past her
Where the minister?
Uncle Donald wasn't no pastor he was
tonight
(Let's get it)
Yo, I can write rhymes in my phone and sell it on eBay
I moved up like George, ayo Weezy (hahahaha)
My punchlines hit like
phone and sell it on eBay
I moved up like George, ayo Weezy (hahahaha)
My punchlines hit like Gervonta in the ring
And when you swing, it's little
Wuzzup mane? It's yo boy Dj Majestic
Finna put this shit down
Know what I'm sayin'? Thug Luv
Hard times, look over your peoples
'cause everybody
Yeah, right, my daughters don't starve
Holdin' me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty
like my name Turner
That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner
The raw sojourner for truth, the mic burner, yeah
Somebody's
malevolence defies violence I inherited
Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton
I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in-
And y'all cold like
Light a match in my soul, they tryna bring the rain
Any bridge that I burned always lit the way
I shoot the truth then watch it ricochet, y'all just
And a whole lotta beer
Hank, Willie, George Jones
That's what I should hear
Pass me the joint man
And let's roll some smoke
If the good lord is willing
And if
cold ones, leave your worries behind
I'll sing some Waylon Jennings or a little George Jones
Play you anything you want to help you lighten that load
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
the rental (Long live)
Pac, Nip soul
Finna flip mode
Heart brick cold
Murder pen wrote (Whoo)
Price tag on my head (Aye)
Nice bag on my bed (Aye)
Room dripped
surrounded by this crowd
And they're yelling he's a prophet
The truth is I'm not a prophet
I'm really just a sight seer
Murking other rappers
Getting buzzed
bout none of ya
Nights is dark as Uganda
She got a red flag right by her
Leave her in misery so you can find a
Hand full of gold like Indiana Jones
Got
Stereotyping the image of the images and this is what the image is
You buy khaki pants and all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones
And thief out gold and thief
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