Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Epitome , by - Jim Jones. Release date: 11.04.2018
Song language: English
Epitome |
| Uh huh, VL |
| You counted me out too many times, huh |
| Back from the dead, haha |
| You been getting fat while I was gone |
| Did you miss me? |
| Jones! |
| They said I couldn’t do it, but I proved 'em didn’t I? |
| (Didn't I?) |
| The epitome, do I epitomize? |
| (scrutiny) |
| For all the great kings that didn’t get to rise (name 'em) |
| That got caught up in this thing trying to solicit pies (woo!) |
| I know niggas over cases that got rid of guys (right) |
| And so I told myself then never to criticize |
| This life has a funny way of giving you it’s ass to kiss (muah) |
| Went and bought the same car next day when I crashed the whip (Ask Dave about |
| it) |
| You know the neck got a cold, I got a nasty wrist (chilly) |
| I be missing all the bros that got snatched and shit (R.I.P.) |
| Think about these playas that be trying to take a knee |
| When a D.A. |
| got my main man trying to take a plea, you know |
| Gato, you know I see you |
| (papi (?)) |
| Murda, you on the way home (yo dig, what up?) |
| Slicey, you got two left (Eastside) |
| Sheek, we gon' ride with you 'til that appeal come |
| (Neech I see you) Didda, what’s up man? |
| Said you can’t go nowhere without ya mittens on, huh? |
| Snag, stay focused (Azie) |
| That work release is a breeze |
| Loopy, what’s up? |
| I miss you nigga |
| Papa Joe, real Midwest millionaires |
| I was told I’d never be great again (they lie) |
| Niggas like me they never will make again (facts) |
| With my God and my past, I’m trying to just make amends |
| 'Cause Lord know my past, a nigga was brazy then (pray for me) |
| It’s funny how money done turn to my favorite friend (uh huh) |
| 'Cause I done met brothers that couldn’t just stay as friends (that's a true |
| story) |
| My man caught a L just trying to chase a win (no names though) |
| Now I be jumping on jets just trying to chase the wind |
| I know Mafia bosses that call me Joey Pots (facts) |
| 30 gained in dice game, that’s a Rollie watch (what's in it though?) |
| I done bought cars just for the hoes to watch |
| You know the ones with no roof that come with folding tops |
| But I be waiting for rappers to try to throw a shot (I wish they could) |
| They be claiming they killers we all know they not (wassup?) |
| I be chilling with killers up on the coldest blocks (ARRGGHH!!!) |
| So if you really want static, nigga, your show’ll stop |
| Huh, could imagine what I told a cop |
| (Told him fuck him, suck my dick, tell ya momma die, nigga) |
| I pray to God and count my blessings |
| Some pray to Allah for his countless lessons |
| My momma house caught fire, nigga was hysterical |
| Everybody made it out, the shit was just a miracle |