Pray Jim Jones (Ft. Trav)

[Intro]
(Um)
(Yuh)
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[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
What about the gunshots (Hah)
That they miss from the close proximity (They miss, nigga)
I be ridin' with the .40 shine (Got 'em)
Layin' low got the toast and the tinted v (Hit me)
And the ghost, like the trinity (Hah)
Father and his son
Yeah, I'm thinkin' hardly for my son
Leave a legacy
He can be better than his father will become (True shit)

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Got a couple partners on the run (Huh)
Still gettin' money in the parties havin' fun (It's crazy, right?)
They be sellin' drugs like it's legal
Tell the feds, catch them like it's measles (True)
If I knew then what I knew now maybe instead of sellin' dope I'd make a million dollars off needles (Think about that)
But the truth is, I was on blocks that was known for makin' a million dollars off sellin' diesel
It's kinda hard tryna rap and not advocate
Who switchin' round dirty on the interstate
Who was cuttin' up birds with you
Let it dry, then you cut it up on grandma's dinner plate (Mama)
Call a jeweler ah
That's an otherwise 20k put it all in the face
So I can put it all in your face
Choose a lawyer, so you know we gon' win the case