Emotionless Jim Jones (Ft. Juelz Santana)

[Intro]
Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second, holla at you
True story

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Cold sweats (Sweaty sheets) from bad dreams (Nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't grab the team (Life, years)
'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up (Perico)
Tell no lies so the Lord come and take us (Solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord, He forsake us (Pray for me)
And outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life until we ball out major (Ballin')
Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars and put ribbons on the ride (Full speed ahead)
And due to my political ties
I can't roll around without the grip in the ride (East side)
And if my gun boys ain't heard of ya (Uh-huh)
You're lightweight, I'll get the young boys to murder ya (Flatline)
You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare (Jones)
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair of Nike Airs (ByrdGang)
Bro, you talk about my life here
Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror (I'm triple-O, nigga)
And they tell me that life's but a gamble (Right)
The media'll turn your whole life into a scandal