The New Jim Jones

Bitch, I pull off in that Chevy while I’m lightin' up that heavy
Bendin' corners, soakin' up the game, these sucka niggas always envy
Comin' out the cemetery, ghost and servin' up all these hoes
Push my weight and stand on my toes, I’m livin' my life the way this shit goes
Take a second, learn yo' lessons, count yo' blessings, who you testin'?
Grippin' on that Smith & Wesson, send yo' ass straight up to heaven
Thinkin' 'bout more murder when this bunker’s payin' to trick my mind
Bring that ana to my post and wet 'em up, then give 'em slime
Dancin' with the devil, kiss my sins upon they lips
Dickin' down the devil’s throat, turn that ho into my bitch
Watch me do my Dougie, pop my collar, show my teeth and take a breath
Smokin' on that buddha cess, gorilla blood inside my flesh
Came from nothing, turned it into something, bitch, you see me stuntin'
Pimpin' suits and diamond cuff links, hoes just wanna give me suction
Pushin' through the fuckin' fast lane, Pouya told me, «Get it, mane»
The pit is out the fuckin' cage, I’m lockin' jaws, splittin' brains
Hustle for my paper 'cause I don’t know any other way
Standin' by the liquor store, movin' weight, stayin' paid
Moving to a cul-de-sac, straight up out the fuckin' hood
Call my folks and let 'em know Ramirez doin' somewhat good