Lyrics:
Gang
Boy, I start on one, I let y'all know
This gon' be the hardest and realest album y'all heard in a minute
Boy, it still ain't go
Ayy, I'm that
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
play with with that
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
Oh, they
a positive situation
He was a great person
Got me feeling like the biggest man in the nation
When the winter wind blows, I want to be close
Tonight we're
I'm gone, west to east just like the wind blows
Just like Johnny Appleseed, soon I'll only be an echo
A rolling stone, a tumbleweed in timeless time,
Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics
Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters
Like "Yoo-hoo" with a new-new ridin' passenger
Shout out Oak
doin' her wrong!
Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
you wanna see me then you gotta pay me
Why she wanna hate me
This that same B
Shawty blow my dick like a flute
I messs up on the flute sound but let's
I've been a beast, with the lyrics and the beats
Handing fatalities to any enemy sent for me
Finish him, flawless, victory
Any MC that ever stepped,
rollin' routine
It's a process, and yet it comes guaranteed, by me (by who?)
Motherfuckin' Johnny Richter
If you lay on the work then call me Johnny
the fake people that hate me (Fake)
They're calling Jack crazy, but it's all an act like I'm Pat Swayze
And the fact is, I'm getting cash lately (Cash
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
Ay this that Eastside Johnny, big redemption like
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Hol' up
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Get out the way, get out
to blow your mind
I'm just here to light the fuse
Red like
The blood that's in your eyes
Too much white light
Will make the world go blind
But the blue sky
tweakin'
They took Johnny for cash, all of his cash, and left him leakin'
You can choose the long road
But you'll wait in line
There's more people where
disappear
Me and my niggas just acting bad
HiiiPower conglomerate
Living that life and counting this cash
Old friends I no longer have
I remember when I came
make that girl swing
Heavy metal nation, sea-train rhythm reigns
Take her on top, take her down low
You might get a smile and feel the wind blow
All I
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick,
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.
Get sick,
to women, my lady know I'm a lord
Lord, forgive me for all my wrongs
Killin' niggas for sneakers or shit that's said in a song
Puttin' homies in check
in it
I'm still coming down like the great Pimp C
West Sydney, 685er to the fullest baby
I'm still draped up in black lookin' Johnny Cash
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