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I'm so sorry sir
who are you talking to
and don't worry son
am I speaking to soon
so sick and tired from
all these real words
cause I'm sick from

all in my dreams
Tickling, sucking and fucking me until it’s time for me to leave
I got perfect eye brows look at me
Zed is the name followed by Ned
I

won't stop till i'm A list,
scratch that, don't give a fuck they all basic
and you said you the greatest? 
i don't know bruh you ain't even in my

hit like Jones Roy
Roll another big joint
The grabba shoot like Illinois
Life is search and destroy
Try not to die by proving points
Mama love is

Who only came for themselves, to take away how we steer

Got the squad on the same wave length, every gear
Hittin licks on our tootsie pop shit, all I

her sex game my Daewon Song
Show 'em how I do things
I'm spendin' cash for my mood chain
And, nigga, that's cream
Cash all over your boo thing
She gonna

business"
That's what I've been told
By a young rich homie with
A chain full of gold
Still got 'em in my phone
Under "Money Maker Jones"
Everybody for

Fuck it I wasn't workin on no jumpshot, saw some wild shit and now I'm for that one spot, you niggas only macho when yo gun cocked, but my niggas got mo

focusing on my dreams. 
Drug money, rap money , all the same thang.
Cause I be sellin dope raps , I gotta maintain.
Yea one thangs for certain n two thangs

don't worry, I'll make a
Trip to your house next, bang

Killed the cops 'cause I killed 'em all
(Ha ha ha)
Fuck you bitch, it's a free-for-all
I shoot 'em

Praying for my wealth 
My? Well being 
I am King Of the Misfits
Welcome to my mind
Take a seat if you insist
FUCK word play 
Imma make sure you get the gist

the sailor 
Man
Was not ready 
For what 
Was to 
Come
He did not 
Know of the 
Storm 
On the horizon
With no where to run
The setting sun was 
Overtaken by

crazy, I can barely think
You're replayin' through my brain, I find it hard to sleep
I'm waiting for my phone to blow

See, I've been waiting all day

make it alright, get by on our own
Might be better than feeling this alone
Staying up all night, try to reap all I sow
Just be there in the morning

to turn
Change gets made, calories get burned
Admen looking for the perfect pitch 
Outdoor smokers rather freeze than switch
The Dow Jones Industrial's down

Incarceration or casket top closed
Black rose, black clothes or judges with black robes
It's all by design; hitting black folks with black codes
To clip your

shitty entertainment
And we don't need assistance
We pass you with persistence
And eased off that we lost, we X-Men on our B-Dawk
They prayin' for

Ol' Billy Jones got a place up in the hills
A long hard life of city livin' and he knew he had his fill.
A place for relaxation is all he'd really

the conclusion of JString's Magical Manifestation of the Feel-Good Groove.
Play- Share- Repeat.  Thank you.

All lyrics, music, and production by James

physical manifestation outward
Do you really know what it feels like to be free?

All lyrics and music written, programmed, produced, 
mixed, and mastered by

And stickin' till the end like Romeo (Romeo)
Real boy, real noise, not Panokio (Yeah yeah)
Praying for my guidance from the Holy Ghost (Oh)
Jottin' all my goals,

the Jones
World water wells poisoning your homes
Scientist labeled terrorist by the throne 
Rivers streams treaties all void 
Fluoride paranoid bottled

[Juelz Santana:]
Catch me where you catch me
find me where you find me
in the hood or on the island
im probably by a palm tree
skull gang chain nigga

Disappointment stumbles in how much can my soul take

But I'm doin' this for more than me
Live my life accordingly
Know the bigger picture
Is depicted by the worth