Lyrics:
heart bled
Tears, let 'em fall like a faucet
Lookin' for my mind, but I lost it
I feel all alone, I'm exhausted
That's why we celebrate when the wins
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to something else
They love to work
That's why I
by
Well, I think I should just drive away, right past the Georgia line
Maybe they'll say I'm a fool, but this time I'm saying my goodbyes
This time I'm
I've been out my ways
My life has changed
And I feel so numb now
And nothing is the same
And I feel so numb now
I've been in my mind all day
And I feel
bigger than me and my list of goals
I'd rather be them niggas than keeping up w the Jones's
Only stressing over the shit that we own
Meanwhile building
don't know what you came to see
Nigga just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
I come from
So if I like my music just a little too loud
And I got a couple tattoos to show my Georgia pride
And if what's on my mind is what's
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
we got a war going on of our own at home
My fucking mind's blown
Tryna figure out how to fight my own clone
Rhinestones are so nice, they shine so
we got a war going on of our own at home
My fucking mind's blown
Tryna figure out how to fight my own clone
Rhinestones are so nice, they shine so
Verse
Meet Kentuckiana jones
Mr bad to the bone
Ain’t you happy I’m home
I happily roamed
With Nappy it’s known
We’re taking every city by storm
Im
Borderline genius
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
Gave you auditions
They say I'm a gymnast in business
My summersault
Virginia pines
I've got to make it home somehow
Before I lose my mind
So won't you carry me back to California
I've been on the road too long
Take me
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run laps round lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
Still
walking
Readily waging all this extremity as a toxin
Boat you straight through memories down to Davie Jone's locker and
I'm boxer in my mind as I battle
to dey check time, stay on grinding
So I remain on my grind
And I concentrate
Cos I have to get this money by any means made (any means)
No mishap or any
of using my mind as a weapon
Rappers getting smashed no matter what lane you in
Only time I take a selfie's for the Daily Bugle and J Jonah Jameson
Peter
zones, I'm a bust rounds on see I'm a Jones
And I put it down like Cedric fame by Louisiana up in the dome
See I'm blown but usually I'm foolie when
tongues yo
Raspy type flows, De La jones arose
Twenty five years later, ain't too much done changed, B
Owner of three homes with my eyes on a Bentley
Berry
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode him
Into Raleigh and on across Caroline
We
Conversation so dry that my mind is getting ashy
If I’m a waste man then you must be trashy
Couldn't pay the consequences so you came through as a trade
I’ll
Like Alphonso
It's not unusual love
Ask Tom Jones
Baby Let's move slow
No SRT
No es car go
Rescue me when I'm down bad low
Ima strong man but this as far
me up
Up oh baby don't let another minute go by
All want is your body that's all
That's been on my mind
Baby girl do you believe that
You can be my
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