That nigga Baron Jones is a f*cking monster
It's all the same from Carson to Yonkers
All my hustlers in the street going bonkers
Girls lining up to flash them perky honkers
Clap on a nigga if he f*cking with the click
Big homie hunt you down who you think you f*cking with
Fully loaded clip
Fully automatic
When it comes to the money bitch you know I gots to have it
Rap about weed cuz I think I got a habit
Strung out on pussy
Bitch done turned me to a addict
Let the world know
Bitch I'm the man
Keep a half a million in the trunk of my sedan
Is your 3rd eye open
Dopamines Doping
You probably mind f*cked like these hoes I be stroking
I'm sick of this game
It's sick and deranged
Can't trust hoes
These dames out here is f*cking insane
They f*cking for fame
They f*cking for change
Sold they soul
And most these men is doing the same
When Satan shows up
Will you ask for Christ
What you think gone happen in the afterlife
Rhymes like this make a nigga immortal
And I don't need CERN to open no mother f*cking portal
An angel amongst you
Is you the prey or the hunter
If they really want you
Prepare to die mother f*cker
You tell me if the shit makes since
First the killed Michael
Then they killed Prince
Blamed it on drugs
But nah I aint convinced
Nobody really knows just how deep we're entrenched
Political demons
And corporations unified
Expose the truth
And you will die
Secret societies
Causing secret anxiety
No where to run
So don't even think of tryna flee
Track you every move through your cellular phone
Eavesdrop on conversations when it aint even on
Upload all your pictures
Store them on the cloud
And take even more every time you take it out
I'm sure Franklin and Washington would be proud
When they see all the slaves this nations turned out
Black slave
White slave
Dark Slave
Lights slave
Cuz nowadays niggas come in all shades
Ha Ha Ha
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That nigga Baron Jones is a f*cking monster
It's all the same from Carson to Yonkers
All my hustlers in the street going bonkers
Girls lining up to flash them perky honkers
Clap on a nigga if he f*cking with the click
Big homie hunt you down who you think you f*cking with
Fully loaded clip
Fully automatic
When it comes to the money bitch you know I gots to have it
Rap about weed cuz I think I got a habit
Strung out on pussy
Bitch done turned me to a addict
Let the world know
Bitch I'm the man
Keep a half a million in the trunk of my sedan
Is your 3rd eye open
Dopamines Doping
You probably mind f*cked like these hoes I be stroking
I'm sick of this game
It's sick and deranged
Can't trust hoes
These dames out here is f*cking insane
They f*cking for fame
They f*cking for change
Sold they soul
And most these men is doing the same
When Satan shows up
Will you ask for Christ
What you think gone happen in the afterlife
Rhymes like this make a nigga immortal
And I don't need CERN to open no mother f*cking portal
An angel amongst you
Is you the prey or the hunter
If they really want you
Prepare to die mother f*cker
You tell me if the shit makes since
First the killed Michael
Then they killed Prince
Blamed it on drugs
But nah I aint convinced
Nobody really knows just how deep we're entrenched
Political demons
And corporations unified
Expose the truth
And you will die
Secret societies
Causing secret anxiety
No where to run
So don't even think of tryna flee
Track you every move through your cellular phone
Eavesdrop on conversations when it aint even on
Upload all your pictures
Store them on the cloud
And take even more every time you take it out
I'm sure Franklin and Washington would be proud
When they see all the slaves this nations turned out
Black slave
White slave
Dark Slave
Lights slave
Cuz nowadays niggas come in all shades
Ha Ha Ha
It's all the same from Carson to Yonkers
All my hustlers in the street going bonkers
Girls lining up to flash them perky honkers
Clap on a nigga if he f*cking with the click
Big homie hunt you down who you think you f*cking with
Fully loaded clip
Fully automatic
When it comes to the money bitch you know I gots to have it
Rap about weed cuz I think I got a habit
Strung out on pussy
Bitch done turned me to a addict
Let the world know
Bitch I'm the man
Keep a half a million in the trunk of my sedan
Is your 3rd eye open
Dopamines Doping
You probably mind f*cked like these hoes I be stroking
I'm sick of this game
It's sick and deranged
Can't trust hoes
These dames out here is f*cking insane
They f*cking for fame
They f*cking for change
Sold they soul
And most these men is doing the same
When Satan shows up
Will you ask for Christ
What you think gone happen in the afterlife
Rhymes like this make a nigga immortal
And I don't need CERN to open no mother f*cking portal
An angel amongst you
Is you the prey or the hunter
If they really want you
Prepare to die mother f*cker
You tell me if the shit makes since
First the killed Michael
Then they killed Prince
Blamed it on drugs
But nah I aint convinced
Nobody really knows just how deep we're entrenched
Political demons
And corporations unified
Expose the truth
And you will die
Secret societies
Causing secret anxiety
No where to run
So don't even think of tryna flee
Track you every move through your cellular phone
Eavesdrop on conversations when it aint even on
Upload all your pictures
Store them on the cloud
And take even more every time you take it out
I'm sure Franklin and Washington would be proud
When they see all the slaves this nations turned out
Black slave
White slave
Dark Slave
Lights slave
Cuz nowadays niggas come in all shades
Ha Ha Ha