The New Jim Jones - Ramirez

Bitch, I pull off in that Chevy while I’m lightin' up that heavy

Bendin' corners, soakin' up the game, these sucka niggas always envy

Comin' out the cemetery, ghost and servin' up all these hoes

Push my weight and stand on my toes, I’m livin' my life the way this shit goes

Take a second, learn yo' lessons, count yo' blessings, who you testin'?

Grippin' on that Smith & Wesson, send yo' ass straight up to heaven

Thinkin' 'bout more murder when this bunker’s payin' to trick my mind

Bring that ana to my post and wet 'em up, then give 'em slime

Dancin' with the devil, kiss my sins upon they lips

Dickin' down the devil’s throat, turn that ho into my bitch

Watch me do my Dougie, pop my collar, show my teeth and take a breath

Smokin' on that buddha cess, gorilla blood inside my flesh

Came from nothing, turned it into something, bitch, you see me stuntin'

Pimpin' suits and diamond cuff links, hoes just wanna give me suction

Pushin' through the fuckin' fast lane, Pouya told me, «Get it, mane»

The pit is out the fuckin' cage, I’m lockin' jaws, splittin' brains

Hustle for my paper 'cause I don’t know any other way

Standin' by the liquor store, movin' weight, stayin' paid

Moving to a cul-de-sac, straight up out the fuckin' hood

Call my folks and let 'em know Ramirez doin' somewhat good