Lyrics:
I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I
never, There's no amount of money
That will ever make you stop, if money is what you care about, You'll keep going
Alright I got a million, gotta get 10,
Nothing else she was treated sick
And ineffective which is the worst thing
That she'd been left with
Damn, no magic from David Blane
No painter to pain this
treated sick
And ineffective which is the worst thing
That she'd been left with
Damn, no magic from David Blane
No painter to pain this pain
No Morgan
off days I’m isolated
A K A this shit to me medication
Been disconnected no simulation
(so let it breath)
I’m gon’ be rich by the end of the decade
me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur
on TV
Tryna show ya how you livin' is trife
How many guys you know can bring the Travel Channel to life?
One day we on the Autobahn swervin', drivin'
know it is
Is that punkin
That ain't no damn punkin
That's, that punkin right there
No
That is punkin got dammit
Now if I had Buck for everytime
A fake
some clippers
I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin
You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting
I mash
blast kids. stay dark like Howard's glasses
I'm "Stern!" plus I rule with an iron fist
With no concern, it's so cruel, where did I learn this?
It's in my
than fifteen minutes ago
And you told me that it was cool
I graduated from Howard U
My job is paying good money too
And if you check on my resume
""Whatever It Is
written by Joe Jenneman (2019)
She came down from Chicago
Said she wants to be a star
And they got some blank ones
Sitting there
There is trouble on the horizon,
Waiting to perform.
I've seen a spaceship built by howard hughes,
I've been a witness to some strange taboos.
I've seen
This is the 9 Side
Black tints, that's a drive by
See I don't wanna talk 'bout beef right now
But they're stepping on my toes
(But they're
not, come inside
'Cos no one here, is coming out..... alive........
My name is Jim Jones
My name is Jim Jones
My name is Jim Jones
Who the hell are you?
on a new protégé
He walked into her office with a bottle of wine
Said "I'll pick you up Friday, at a quarter to nine"
She said "Calm down buddy, this is no
to make a better product than i am
Truth Jones is the exact Subtraction of lying
I will NEVER steer you wrong
It's not in my column
Got my masters in
She make that thang disappear
Like she David Blane
Hunnit Up is DonnyGuap
Yeah I'm a business mayne
Niggas thuggin for the pussy
Cause he couldn't spit
by damn.
Finally, find out what I am is a family man.
And don't expect me to hit the road
At a moment's notice without my suitcase
With some
whole damn life trying to get that right
I got the microphone Jones and I need to speak
If I don't get a chance I'm a turn a freak
One of the best ways
fuck with paigons we don't fuck with no hoe
On my grind I could do this alone
On my jones
yeah yeah
On my jones
yeah
On my Jones on my Jones how I
always been the hustla type, smart black mother fucker
You know the type yo mom would like
I remember howard drive (Damn) I miss howard drive
Had so many
thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
of but niggas
Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up
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