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been the goat
All y’all youngins my kids
I been on top of this shit
You can see by my status
This shit is not rigged
Shawty a rider like Neela
Finessing

Well you can hold your head up
In spiritual confidence
Your war and peace pipe dreams
I wanna kill John Lennon again
A nomadic bohemian
With no spine

well enough
He really needs that stuff
He really reads that stuff

But he doesn't have a clue
I'm keeping it shut and I'm pushing on through
Till he

niggas I ain't had a enough
On the Ave, gotta win Run It Up
Push my line, I Stay ready for it all
Clear the tab real wizard,
Like John Wall
I got pain I

Thought I was John Cena or Mark Henry playing with them dumbbells
Got a rockstar bitch she killing shit like Russell Rose Danielle
I was running with that

will make your head hurt if it's one that's hollow
Well-read like novels written by K'wan Foye
Haters wanna hit but their making the wrong ploy
I be

Kick it Johan

Ball Bearings
Ball Bearings
Ball Bearings
Ball Bearings

My name is Sir John Phillips
And I'm your pastor for the night
We're gonna make

of our leaders lying
It's like they don't want peace
I'm tired of these colored wars
White man closing doors
Racism is alive and well
Sandra Bland didn't

Flew half way round the planet
Saw my chance I had to grab it
But don't fret
One day we'll be back together like it's Janet
Everything is workin'

On that day 5 years ago
Seems that I'm trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something gil can't

Get crossed out
Put that beam on ya like a barcode
Ran away from my group home
Got adopted by John Gotti
My first body was a nobody
My second body knew

A golden gun for the last kill
It's cheap thrills by the dozen
And a bag of pills
I'm a lil faded so let me catch my breath
I smoke this joint til there's

already prayed
Girl by side
She already slayed
You measuring up
I'm already weighed
You waiting for checks
I'm already paid
Wake up on a daily
Count my

Barbossa and Thanos right now
I told my nigga Genie push it we'll figure it out
Holla at me Millie, if you need Bobbi Brown

I never listen to these rappers

I’m counting ‘em down like it’s New Years Eve
I’m losing my friends, well what a relief, I hope they remember me
Stay on my good side you won’t be my

Drugs in my pocket
Please don't search me
If you do
Then we might have a problem
Put a bullet
In your intestinal column
You should know by now
I'm more

chasing leave you up and high dry
While Clout chasing leaves you fucking toast
Burnt up by bullshit
Man I'm tittie soft
They're not really proud their more

(Bitch I don't fuck with you!)
Bad whip
Bad bitch
Both ain't mine
Got her mad whipped
But Big John tryna figure out
Why she want a little Trinidad dick
Now

got your chain snatched you can't get your jewels back
Cashed out on purple denim I can't get my blues back
200 on the jeans might as well bring trues

afraid I'm here to inform you, John K Bonds is dead
Now listen to the voice of Sir Arthur Sullivan
Well while you try to escape
I can see light years away

and two old guitars
Living from car to car
If John Law runs us out of town
Don't worry we'll be back around

I woke up to the smell of life in 05
On that night reading the Gospel of John for the first time
With both eyes being open with new sights
When I

Now I am walking in freedom
Your joy fills my soul
Because Jesus, my Savior
Is making me whole

There was a pool in Bethesda
In John chapter five

make her open wide
I'll scan an emo's arm like a fucking barcode
Only to realise they're worthless and alone
I vibrate pussies just by putting them to my