Lyrics:
Where we're goin', nobody knows
Ridin' on them backroads
Tokin' on that good smoke
Radio blastin' "Copperhead Road"
I finish one beer, I have another one
In ya Jones that you fall Motorol burner
Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block
HDM lock, and I wish you would stop
All
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
he used jack to pass by
All Canadians do, channel their inner nice
In 247's hair must be lice (reactions)
I wrote these bars on my iPad
FranFlor ain't
and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets
It's
more time
They're so blinded by the light that's coming through stained glass windows
I just know they're gonna ghost me soon
Just say the rhyme
Say
ass?
So don’t speak on my behalf bitch I talk for myself
Cuz’ I know I got my back if it’s nobody else
And I’m higher than a bitch and can’t
Pick a lot o'cotton drag a long sack comin' across the field well I see Boss Jack
He's a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan
When you know that
a crack home
Winter time getting cold, had to go to Bramlea
Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones
Rogers had me get mad at the phone bills, switchin'
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
Thunderstorm off of bucks (talking)
You know, it's your boy Jones
For my nigga Trae (Capo)
I stay strapped with the automatic
Living the best of my situation
I
5,4,3,2, pour it up
Forever zoned
At the crib, but I'm never home
Ha, yo
Just remember nobody's more clever then Pebble Jones
alone and I never needed nobody
Just know that I have been plotting
Cuz things are getting tight now
I wanted all the fame and a better lifestyle
So
Then I'll become another rapper feeling like the world owes me
Cuz I'll be, one that won't nobody know
Fuck that, I won't slack, cuz relaxing ain't in my
Are we talkin money or we talkin hypothetical
Don't get me on the song unless you know your verse is edible
Mr Incredible but you ain't even credible
to the heights Brooklyn in my bloodline
A couple joints hitting my jack this ain't a love line
Back when I was broke sitting on a mail box
Y'all wanted niggas who
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
from out of bounds
West Coast, they mail it out by the pounds (the biggest)
Kent Jones, my nigga, gon' get his crown (gon' get this crown)
Big Combs,
(come on Jack)
I am on a new wave
Feeling so fly
Compliment my cut
I am on my way up sky
Money on my mind
Never satisfied
Take a look at my crib
I am
break it down
I stole moment while the coke was dancing on my nose hair
I swore to take you to the truth nobody goes there
So many flaked on me I moved
out cause she holding my baby
I pop a perk
And that shit get me wavy
Goat at this shit
Bitch I feel like tom brady
If you ain't know
I'm jones
I take
down
Don't nobody make a sound you know
I spray it down if I catch you on my ground
I'm that nigga with that pistol
That hits you when you flex
the shower on
Comin' up with baggies and a towel on
Only if mama knew the type of shit that I was on
I really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers
You'll
a regular guy
Star light, star so bright
First star that I see tonight
Wish that I may wish that I might
Rift the raam just right
Now y'all all know
How
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