Lyrics:
everytime in the studio
N by now you already know who I be
monster flow on the beat nigga RIP
i mean for real, who's gonna flex like this?
Who gaht
the Jones
We culture, we the real rock stars
You take what we make, then try to say it's not ours
But we're culture, who we are is art
You imitate, but can't
I want to dedicate this to all the real niggas man
All my people that been behind me
Grandma told me I'm always going to make it
Just got to stay
just took down (That real)[00:26.21]Mike Jones naw Big Real[00:27.92]Just sat the truck on them big wheels[00:29.67]Sliding 'round with a big steel,
fortune and glory
Like Indiana Jones, Harrison Ford
By my last crusade fuck being poor
My last days before death's door
Imma kill shit like dexter
To be
coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't
Is it tinsel on the tree?
Or gifts for you and me?
I'm longing for the real Christmas.
Is it angels in the sky?
Or wise men passing by?
I'm closer
You see my issues but
You you you still love me still
When I was guilty in my living
Your words been real
They Catch me when I fall
Answer when I call
like I'm Jesus
Put that prong set up on my neck, it's gonna freeze us
So that extra cheese get you sliced like a pizza
For real
Subs by
keep it real in the battle like)
Fight my battles; Lord you promised me the victory (I keep it real in the battle like)
Life is such a drag; call it
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
Mmm, Walk around like I was untouchable, Spirit on me in the flesh (Flesh)
Live by the code, live in the moment, I'm living by faith and don't know
I need you to walk with me
Lord reveal my inner things
Say you won't depart from me
I see you in everything
Oh I need you Jesus, Jesus
Oh I need you
the Trump International, 30 floors up (so high)
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Oh my God, shit is real
(Oh my God, shit is real)
(Oh my God, shit is real)
(Oh my God, shit is real
just might die with scowl
You might get killed by your pal
That real nigga shit ain't his style
I'm never surprised and never wowed
And even when down
Yessir
SKEE!
It'll be a cold day in hell fo' I let a bitch sleaze me
Niggas told when they ran into some real heat
You'll probably fold fuck around
here is true still
This is real life right here this little
Faggot nigga Naynay, he’s
A little dirt boy you know the nigga on
Your block that you, that
There's some good ole boys like me
Doing the same reeling in largemouth
George Jones real loud
Tryin to keep their family name proud out here in small
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
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
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
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
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