Lyrics:
like CB (bling)
Yeah, I be that young John Doe, right by the front door
Benny Blanco part two you (bump 'em, Dino saw you)
I'ma run to the bank, Usain
A man called Jesus made mud and anointed mine eyes, and said to me, Go to Siloam and wash: and having gone and washed, I saw. (John 9:11)
Jesus heard
man, (huh) way before when Rouses came (yeah)
That's a fact, Kee done brought me back on that ignant shit
R.I.P. to VL Mike, we don't need to speak
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
Life been lifing, you not dead then you doing well
They've been tryna knock me off my square to no avail
Same circle way back then they with me now
and I'm breathing
Before now though, I was dead in sin
Now it's faith in Christ, quickened by the Holy Spirit
He gave me new life, John Kee
Rivers
time you get cruddy
I spit that Holy Hip Hop whenever I emcee
That is unless I'm preaching or singing like John Kee
But no matter what I'm doing please
Czekam na ciebie, na żulu
A tak w zasadzie pod Shake'iem
Upał mnie koli, lecz wierzę
Że zacznie piszczeć Messenger
Nie chce by stres przejął kontroli
telling me it's enticing to shut down, flood bound
While I wash away into the current, as the sun drowns
Fuck it, I lift my nose up like a bloodhound
in for the win
Never doing Shakara for the fans
Causing wahala in the stands
Original John Cena
Lagbaja on the mans
No hands On the plans
Cuz Baba
Over or underrate me
Humble them maybe
On this year, gone this year
Man ah eat rice and stew and
Man I'm strong this year
Big like John this year
and the sorrows go just wash away
I know I fall down a lot of times
I know say no be by how I dey grind
Baba God na your grace alone, so e sure me say you got my
sniffed till I'm wired
I'm just saying how I feel cause
This shit got me tired
I'm exhausted, by my street hustle
But it costed
Death that grew around in my
go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
Word to god doc throw more lines then
hoes affendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
talk
In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone
392, nigga, this a P-World,
I might run in your yard, bitch
I'm feelin' like
P
Ooooooooo
The "Crazy Believe" lady; she called me a "mogul"
Or should I say that the woman who's a mogul has crazy belief in me
2-3 without money
too hard for me to walk away
This open space is still empty
And this pain won't wash away
Yeah my heart's too heavy so it's hard for me to walk away
You
are walking around damn they make me say yuck (yuck yuck)
For who would bear the whips and scorns
Of being cucked by a bitch that shit hurt worse than
the dogg then work that trap
And don't come back till you get that scratch, and bring it all to me
I put the P-I-M-P-O ology, bitch threw a dolla at me me
around to call.
I burned a hole in the dining room table.
And let me see, I guess that's all.
Nothin' else for me to say,
and so I'll close. Oh, by
still gon' sing my song
Throw dirt in the streets, get burned by a G, yeah you know that my niggas to strong
Bitch say she ain't never heard of me, way I
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For the night is
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