Lyrics:
I'm Mike Jones
Another day another dollar I need a hunnit bands
You know I'm poppin bitch I'm poppin like a rubber band
I ain't come to play games
I
jacket wrapped in some kind of spell
Plus there's something in the pocket with the skunkiest smell hmmm
Imagine a block walked by Nasir Jones
Stack
to lift up my voice
And glorify His mighty name, I choose to live in His joy
That's so much better than just being annoyed
By every little thing that comes
wacking shit
These bitches still setting picks
I aint trying to keep up with the jones
Bitch im trying to come up from a zone
Judge sent a nigga up
Yee-Haw from the feet up
Grab your cans and show your faces, Home bases in smoky places
We only come out at night
It's too dark to see what what I'm doing
to knock you
I know its hard f***in with a thug n**** like me
Thinkin would I get locked?
Come home tonight or not?
Black Princess, kiss you when I
Jones with mics
But I'm alone every night with no hope in sight
So the king and his knights fled the throne for mine
He left the 99 to come and get
And he picked me up, like, by the throat
Throw me in the back and then drive me home
And you're the kind of girl
That they try to clone
Three-way calls
O that a Savior would come
O that a Savior would come
Chase after me, to restore me to thee
Guiding me back to my home
Gabriel came to their town
The Tripper
My nigga Tone been locked for a minute
He come home, he from the skreets
He gon' want him some skrippers
And I'm a big tipper
I don't even be
you feel when the prodigal won't come home
I wonder how it makes you feel when he'd rather be on his own
I wonder what it's like for you when a lamb has
real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold
faithfully
I'm flippin' now I gotta get away
So come and roll wit a fly boy
You can be my fly girl
Just you and I girl
The kid ballin' like Jim Jones
palm trees cause I'm titled
And I pen tidal waves
Son of a King
I know my place
Jesus is Lord
Jesus is King
Joint heirs of Christ
And I am a fiend
I am
which was stolen that which was stolen by the enemy
We declare it restored for its harvest time
In our church in our church
In our homes in our homes
at three A.M.
They'd come on an' say "Friends, there's many a soul who needs us
"So send them letters an' cards ta Jesus
"That's J-E-S-you-S friends, in care
and by.
When we see Jesus coming in glory
When he comes from his home in the sky
Then we shall meet him in that bright mansion
We'll understand it all
Christ the everlasting Lord
Come desire of nations come
Fix in us Thy humble home
Come desire of nations come
Fix in us Thy humble home
I may not sell a milli
But I've been purchased by my
King He's forever with me
So what they talking bout no
They can't knock me down
Yessir I do feel
cried out for help and God appeared to me
Jesus appeared to me in my bathroom
He said I love you and have a purpose for you
Come home
We got Victory
Jesus what He did for me
Death was looking big but He beat it like that Philistine
My sin been taken paid for now it's gone he said
real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold
the Lord Comes Back
I'll be Laying 6 ft
Underneath a Gravestone
I Call This Place My Home
But it's Not My Home
You Know It's With Jesus
Glory to Jesus
ain't how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus
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