Lyrics:
Ok, ok (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this)
Jim Jones nigga
(you know) , Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA)
Aka Jim Caso (lovely
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
the way I rap
Let me hear that bar again
Should've named me James remember times was hard then
Yea pardon me
Lost so many people shit it took a damn part
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
yeah yeah
Living life is so hard
Every day I pray to God
Tell Him to send me light so I can touch my soul
And always know right from wrong
Living
yeah yeah
Living life is so hard
Every day I pray to God
Tell Him to send me light so I can touch my soul
And always know right from wrong
Living
time for you to beat
The rhythm now
Just look around
And when you see someone whose name you want to shout
They'll have to say
The snappy way
And all
Every time I make up my mind
You seem to get back inside
Make all justified I want you dead or alive
It's easier to love you the hard way Tthe hard
tired of your Shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone
See why can't we be by
the right way to go?
I left this place a long time ago
I'm the lead in this dumb show
They keep calling me Jim Crow
What's the right way to go?
I left this
Shit
It's Wiz Khalifa man
This shit hot, right?
Now don't blink cause the flow is closer, don't think
True diplomat, no Jim Jones and no Pink
you lookin good by the way
Why you playing hard ta get girl let this man get a taste
You might look better wit my arm around your waist
Let me take
to change my life
But it's hard for me to say goodnight
'Cause all we do is drink
All we do is smoke
All were doing is wastin' time
Kids my age done
power
Bitter and sour, gossip at the top of every hour
Walking in the rain off the Jim Beam
Dreams broken on the boulevard, Jim Dean
Get a grip for
The only way I've been practicing my whole life to live my life
Is to be responsible for what I do
I don't know how to be responsible
For what
in exchange you'll win big later
You will do better
That is, by the way, entrepreneurship
Entrepreneurs, bleed every day
They're not making money
only thing that worries me, Jim
Is being being the first
One down that gullet)
Well, the way things are
Going here at Loughborough
It looks as though
you
Every time I see you, girl, my johnny get hard
Harder than the handle on the rake in my yard
Harder than the brownstone brick on my house
If I ever,
so nuts)
(Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick)
(I respect that)
I done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me
Somehow, some way they just
[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
New York's mine
[Jim Jones:]
Can it be it was all
And every day he runs by screaming
Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
of time
I guess you know that mine's about up
I'm gonna see you tonight
Just another breath or two and I'll be home
By the way
What have you got
of time I guess you know that mine's bout up I'm gonna see you tonight
Just another breath or two and I'll be home by the way
What have you got planned
like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive,
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