Lyrics:
though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though,
heroes are dying and are now permanent modern gods like David Robert Jones aka Davie Bowie
Some heroes are fallen and remain alive after being exposed
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
Nice man Jack,
You should see him when the children play!
Nice man Jack,
He's the one to take their tears away.
Nice man Jack, so very warm
a normal thang
Some get erased and misplaced, trying to win the race
Some try to hold on to they place, by smoking wit' lace
But see drugs and plastic
Come on, let's see, some laughs, then we
Can do the same damn thing again next week
I love it when it happens like that
I smile because it's not all
the money is near, I ain't coming out the van
Keep close, gotta keep hoes by the G code
Got three hoes in the G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes
nobody ride him but Boss Jack
Come on children bend your back work a little faster fill your sack
Then you hitch up the wagon take it to the gin finish
I see those swingin' doors I tell the driver just to pass on by
'Cause there ain't no room in old Jones' head for anything less than loveshine.
I
Some niggas call shots, some call the feds
They say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge
Grew up on a pissy mattress, never had
the house
Jenny Jones A.K.A. Shawnna
Same ol' charge, wanted in 8 states
What's yo story this time?
Oh yes, yo' honor I see we talkin' again
I have no
bored by me
Than you surely won't see paradise
Ching man down to the floor
Chinged him more just to finalize
Call me Jack like the Samurai
Causing hell
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
it
Him so throwed nigga him so high
Him so motha fucking fly
What you know bout it
Him so laid back
Lean on a nigga I don't say jack
Since a lil nigga
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
and walking by the babbling brook
And watching blond haired, blue eyed children setting fire to their books
Yet they say he was a monster, the leader
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
by me
yeah, for real
Skit
Figuero Jones
I just wanted to take the time to say that
after everything we've been through
you known and we've done
never weapon-less I've been out here on my fuckin jack jones Free up the guys it fuckin hurts
Try put him on a shirt
Don't fear nuttin only Allah
never weapon-less I've been out here on my fuckin jack jones Free up the guys it fuckin hurts
Try put him on a shirt
Don't fear nuttin only Allah
And you cant match this no matchstick
No fire when I slap this nah
I said I remember cold nights on my jack jones
Sales on them back roads I trap loads
carrying no niggas, what help
I been grinding at this shit by myself
Y'all can keep the street shit nigga my shit top shelf
On my thriller mike jack it's
gunnin'
Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya
See, a nigga creep on a come up
Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves.
[Layzie]
See, I'm sittin' in
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
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