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be hoppin' off
I D-wayne like the rock
John Wayne with the shot
So I'm facin' that Goliath
Like my last name was Hasselhoff
Yeah
Re-located again
This

you ain't my kinfolk
If you catch a opp you better smoke em like a fronto
I'm getting high for all the times that I was so low
If I get this money I

even beat his coke headed ass
Think bout it often, doing harm cuz I’m controlled by the past
Got me scrapping wit my father while I’m coping with that

God paid it all
Gave me trials so blessings fall
It's my turn ball Wizard John Wall
My time to shine talkn Paul Wall
Want the blind to see, the deaf

the zone
Old boy john henry had the hammer the point home
Can't touch this man must get tired revisiting the face
This smile hasn't loaded since the seventh

fight back
You sold drugs just to get high
sold drugs just to get fly
So we not the same I’ma make it plain
You keep thinking wrong you gon lose ya brain

Just tryna catch a vibe
I don't care if its my funeral, I'll still be fuckin' high, still be downin' wine
Haven't been through fire so you can't see how

Long Live Boo, Long Live DJ
I got Lil D on my side like
I never thought y'all would leave so soon
Ever since I been crying I done ran out of tears

by icons
Immortal technique Grafh Joyners and Saigons
So don't get your lie on we wanna hear the truth
Some Lil John and Luke Meek Beanie Cass Papooose

da mountains gettin poured by a scammer
Nigga I'm workin like a 5 Job single mom
My bars da bomb
Lucky that I kno I got shit, my mind a porta John

420
WRITTEN BY:  LARRY KING, JOIE SCOTT, MICHAEL PETERESON

KEYS		JOHN BLASUCCI
GUITARS	MICHAEL THOMPSON
DRUMS		KHARI PARKER
BASS		ALAN BERLIANT

motherfuckn die nigga
Shoot it out John Wayne, bang bang, gun play gun play
Broad day anytime of the day I'll let the AK SPRAY

I'ma always get money, nigga I

swallowed by groupies favorite rapper just need to stop watching the movies retarded mumbling rappers like cardi booty fake like Migos just some actors

With someone just like my dad
A kinda hell raising reformed iconoclast
And those high school years
Man they ain't so far back
I never made it to prom

cobwebbed windows thick and dignified with dust
Place was deserted or so i thought until a green eyed stick figure at the counter muttered welcome in my dear

sweeter
E high like ganja
Shack me like okokoro
Wetin you give me I no know
Higher killer
Mamasita
Like John cena 
I fight for your matter 

She likes my so

sweeter
E high like ganja
Shack me like okokoro
Wetin you give me I no know
Higher killer
Mamasita
Like John cena 
I fight for your matter 

She likes my so

a gospel sound
Sorry, can't step to me with no
Cap and gown
The slums made me, so uh, I love that town
Not even death can keep this fly phoenix down
Whoa

anymore no
I'm changing to be a new man yeah
The only legend that still stands
Is it me is this me is that you
Who on stage resurrecting the peace
Making

Around the kid 
And the stakes high underdog of the shit 
Gotta get right so they know who I am 
Yeah them Cola boys always been good with the cans 

Gonna

Since knee-high, sippin' Nehi in my Levi's
When y'all was chasing ice cream trucks in your Reeboks
I was in the duck trying to scoop senioritas
California

when I speak
Defeat is never an option as long as i'm in good health 
Don't need no help look at all the shh I do by myself
Man I got beats I got flows i

heads up high so we keeping a smile
Palm trees in sight all day walking on sand
Margaritas keep em coming we ain’t gotta pretend
All day hustlin’, we

There's a legend of a ghost on ol mill creek
He caries a mandolin around dated 1923
Some think its Bill Monroe, Others say they just don't know
But