Jim Jones & Axel Leon | Funk Flex | #Freestyle043 Jim Jones (Ft. Axel Leon)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
They try to cut me out and wish death on me
Couple bounds is bounds, niggas try to drop checks on me
That didn't clear, thought I wouldn't emerge
If this was a movie, half of you niggas were in the purge
Broad day, I done see niggas get put on the curb
I know old plugs that didn't sold good in the 'burbs
Come down you see I get love like Lord though
Rucker Park nights, must have robbed Ford autos
I loved the 911 until they came with the four door
I used to sell coke when the King was that Bordeaux
But just like Vegas you got to bet on yourself
I love checkers but I like chess better myself
Four moves ahead, sometimes I'm ahead of myself
I'm not God by then just tryin' to better myself
Cuz I done seen niggas turn paper planes into 'jects
Cuz this is more deeper than having a chain on my neck
It was more like having a meeting about cocaine with the connect
And they had two thousand birds but they just came with a check
Cuz there was a time when I sold coke on the side
And I watched all the friends that was closest to me die
So I felt like the game had completely broken my pride
So I brought bottles of champagne just to soak in the ride
And if you speak to me now I feel like I'm emotionally tied
And when they talk about The Dips they say that's a broken up pie
So what good is that if you can't sell it whole?
I got secrets in my body that I can't tell a soul
I still post up in my hood the left hand work the gold
My right hand on the dice and five grand on the Rolls
I ain't speak to the weatherman but there's a chance it could snow
I still run around in my pants since the kick