Lyrics:
Jim Jones did it, why the psych can't do it?
Charles Manson did it, why the psych can't do it?
David Koresh did it, why the psych can't do it?
Ted
The Game-
Jim Jones swervin, i got that purple I blow
tight grip on the escalade pole
yeah harlem just like compton, thats just how i roll
red
that's a Fendi
(Jones!)
My roof missin', call amber alert
The coupe drippin', that's about 300 grand for the verb (notice)
Shit, Chrissy want
fuckin' tone
My twin, the demon, he'll pop you in your dome
The Glock, Medusa head, turn your ass to stone
I make a nigga fly high like he Jim Jones
Ayy,
you to rest
I hold you by your neck and with a single drop
You fall on to the floor I scream Masenko-ha
I shoot you up and slice your guts an RPG up in
put you to rest
I hold you by your neck and with a single drop
You fall on to the floor I scream Masenko-ha
I shoot you up and slice your guts an RPG up
just made my first milly sellin' straight dope
Why the fuck am I even rappin' or tryin'
Completely uninspired by niggas constantly lyin'
Feed you shit
And it ain't uber Eats when i tell em backdo
Bitch I'm ballin
Jim Jones
Ice watch
Wrist cold
Nice kicks
Gimme those
Pass em to lil bro cus i can't fit
that'll help u see the light
On my skin- Exotic Garments
I'm Looking Right
We got Jim Jones Outside
He's in charge of the Bar-B-Q
And we'll beat your stupid
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo, ballin'! (Skr!)
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my
God's creatures
Step Ten
And in turn you're divestments having been completed
Step Eleven
Ah get turned on by you,and in turn being turned on by you
I rather you trust me then love me
All my niggas young and unlucky
Gotta trust me then love me
Please don't call me by my first name bitch im hazzy
Still the same nigga with the long hair don't care
I was fucking on white bitches all year long yeah
I'm a big dog no paws shoot a nigga first quick
El Pablo
Compact Glock, and that shit is two-tone
One-Eyed Willy nigga, like I'm Jim Jones
Just popped a nigga, now he got a tombstone
Two straps on me
his baby's head all dismembered
Chorus
Sen:
Nigga I got it for 25
I got it
That's when I pull up and I drive the 5
Verse 3
Jim Jones:
Well we got it
damn
I threw a punch at the glass
Cause I was going Jim Jones, like, throw some punch in my glass
Tryna kill my memory before it summon the past
See I
God's creatures
Step Ten
And in turn you're divestments having been completed
Step Eleven
Ah get turned on by you,and in turn being turned on by you
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
Cause I don't love you no more
Which one of these hoes in the lobby wanna slob me
You know me, I like my dick Brown like Bobby
Jim Duke shoot, then
on my mental, Still held it down, Stayed ten toe (Hope)
Pockets full of hopes and dreams, But they say the kid ballin' like Jim Jones (Ring)
Say my name
tone, something like that Jim Jones guy
But I'm a pimp though, I'm innings, it's my intro, hi
poison like Jim Jones
Villain shit be golden 3 motherfuckin time zones
But the villain reciting on fort rhymes
Amateur niggaz thought they could dub but
alone
South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones
I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat
Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like
and spice, like a Powerpuff
Shoot a nigga like a catapult
You tell me you broke; I don't give a fuck
I fuck her one time and I'm sick of her
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