G Jones - HD lyrics

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G Jones - HD lyrics

[Pimp C Talking] [Verse 1] Sleep don't exist In this line of work I profess that will be all the sleep you'll get Ain't got it inside me to rat on nobody I'm pleading the fifth Me I dun walked through the realist my n***a my feet is legit You peeping the drift My n***a you probably would run Probably the type get to squeezing then end up dropping your gun I am the One Came from the dominant one and he made me the prominent one I am the Son Swear that it ain't not a nan not a n***a as hot as the sun Time has begun I hope that your mama can come And I hope that the doctors can come Cause I ain't afraid to k** I ain't afraid to die Look at the state of mind I see the TV and Media steady confusion polluting the babies minds to make em blind So they can patronize and lead em astray but nah I know my purpose on earth is to bring em the truth that would open up asain eyes O Gracious God Look what you made of I Can't let em plagiarize and take what's mine Ain't no complaining now Praying I make it out Erasing minds Just for the sake of time Looking thru Satan's eyes Will make ya cry Drown in a lake of fire Time that you say goodbye [Pimp C Talking] [Verse 2] Sleep don't exist In this line of work I profess that will be all the sleep you'll get Ain't got it inside me to rat on nobody I'm pleading the fifth Me I dun walked through the realist my n***a my feet is legit You peeping the drift They told me to call you and dammit I called you Word to Allah ain't been able talk I'm living so wonderfully breathing and walking And I should be dead up inside of a coffin Ripping ya battery holder up outta ya f**ing controller forever be off and I hope that he slip and I'm right there to catch him Gone roll up and wet him on God I'mma off him How you could you hate on a n***a who's genuine Strings attached no playing a instrument How could you hate on a n***a that's making way for the children who livin in innocents Biting the hands that feed it's sickening I'm Baby G'sus it ain't a coincidence Jesus got hated on hated by many You making a car without putting the engine in n***a I'm ready to die I'm tired this pain I'm tired of this rain I feel it inside Ain't playing the games Or saying no names We livin a lie I'm winning inside Within me inside The spirit of God I feel it arise [Pimp C Talking]