Thunder God Johnny
Same Mistakes
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Check, check, testing, one, two, are the bars coming through loud and clear? Test. Yes? Good It's the hardest shit from suburban white boys since Lil Dicky guested on Westwood Tag team champs. I'm the Rated R Superstar with money in the bank These flows and these riches, hoes and Ratchet bitches want me on the back like Clank Got 'em gassed so it's setting off the smoke alarm Bring the fire while you worship me - Notre Dame Down to spit some, I'm ready to go Pack the Tampax, track brings a heavy flow, better know Shit son, trust when I say I'm on it Brought out the big guns, must be on anabolics Come through strong in the mix like the gin in your tonic Rhymes, philosophic. Punchlines, catastrophic Youts that claiming big man, tell me big man, what's your net worth You a kid, fam. Ain't on shit, fam. Get back to Cartoon Network Blondes, brunettes and redheads all on my dick like the Powerpuff Girls But I'm an honest man with a missus so enough bitches become out of luck girls Wifey's no f*ck girl. It's no Regular Show, she's a 10 like Ben any day Body and face and that pussy and head game - Pinky and the Brain It's Adventure Time and I'm experimenting like Dexter's Lab, yeah you dun know Johnny Bravo when I bring the gun show. No more kid jokes, I'm grown, I'm done bro You can rise as a god Drop like a failure Stand up when you fall Noone's gonna save ya Lay low Stay low When you rise as a god They're gonna praise ya Never claiming gangster, this ain't a drill or a trap or a road ting It's a chill in the back with my bros ting, chase pints with double rum and Coke ting I fritter my cash away frivolously, that's why I'm wearing no bling And why the missus is moaning. See her name when I'm out and my phone rings - cue To head home ting And I'm grafting legitimately, need a paid in my bank ting But I'll still knock down your door for that little bit more, 'cause I gotta cover the taxing See me relaxing, kicking back in and just whipping in Mercedes Back of that Citaro, contactless card, bro how the f*ck any of you gonna hate me You can rise as a god Drop like a failure Stand up when you fall Noone's gonna save ya Lay low Stay low When you rise as a god They're gonna praise ya Ain't got time for verbalists, come face to face and face me Pound for pound you ain't me. 6'3 and 280 Gains I'm making lately - barbells and heavy metal Only dropping bars when they're hard and fast over cold arse instrumentals. That shit is Mental Need representation. Shout out to the management Sign me lively, wine and dine me like we're out out - Mickey Flanagan Handling my business, what I insist is I want my riches earned sustainably Take an L, f*ck M N O, straight back to make the P, easy as ABC
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