spend what you spend on your car on ma wrist
dont bother me bitch in the mist of this
grime im twistin ma line
im about to get cash and you can kiss ass dip set
got this shit im gonn smash
Chorus x1:
this is jim jones hes greasing your
crome your best bet is leave him alone
o.g in them stones spend gs on them stones
mamie just send me the tone(sing)
sing............sing
these are true stories i used to live poorly
and now man i live in 2stories(thats a law)
they sueder then maury the group is farary you
dont want no race i will move on you shoties
look good on the camera they love me
i put my whole hood on the camera they
bluntin in hood with them blamas tell me so do it fro grandmas
i we did it from drugging and struggle for
4 we did it from hustlin and comin up wrong we
did it from hustlin and comin up strong we did it we did it
still runnin with cars and guns in their
palms you front on dipset we will dump on your moms
or come through a bols and stopit pause and set off the bars
Chorus x1
you got to admit im hot when i spit like a summer
times chocolate eclipse (sizzilin)
like a drop on a strip wit no top on a
whip im blocken that whip with a cop on the
strip wit glocs when they hear like shells when
they drop when them shots hit the strip
the pain in my heart i aim for the star we started
and we came through the star
now we all pain and no charge wit back to back hits
like yankees and shit dipset we gangsta and shit
but i credit ma ghetto cause now we rock
plantinum the preciouses metal
dont press us so press on this metal
we will blow you apart you should`ve known
from the start
ma jewels they glow in the dark
you fool keep playin your part
Chorus x1