Lyrics:
That's strong enough to hold my rage
For it'll take more to hold my tongue
Than your prison and your knives and
Your clubs and your guns
Now, John Henry
Blunts on blunts
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoo ooo okkee
On the block we sell
Dope dope dope
Do do dope
Get lit get lit
Get high
I get high I get high
Your bitch she think its love but it is lust , niggas be acting like they can't get touched
Cuzo gon pop you you get smoked like a blunt, slice a nigga
Gungeon
Stay wit' my pitbulls
Stay wit' my big dogs
I'm smokin' blunts, big ass Big Mom
Lightin' a blunt, lift off
I pull my dick out, she finna get
what they expecting
Bout' to pull up with a Glock, riding with aggression
Homie got the evil blunt, on way to detention
Make a thousand dollars just
on
The way I harmonized in the throat, you would have thought she had auto-tune on
My type of breed expired, yeah, extinct
Blunt, full of gas, it's fire, yeah,
a load, drop a crane on it, crane on it
I'ma bring a hurt, stack some pain on it I just rolled a blunt, novacaine on it
They gon' need some perks, with some
back and said you'll see your day
I just smoked another blunt, I think I sealed my fate
It's either Benz, Coops, or I'ma catch this train
It's either
now, how's that even work?
I don't know
Let's roll a blunt, hit a bump
Read a body like I'm thumbing through a book
Nice enough to let you get away
Poor John Henry could never prove his worth I sure hope he makes it in the end
So frustrated always underrated I sure hope he makes it in the end
I am Eric Garner trayvon Martin
Michael Brown john Crawford
Rekia Boyd aiyana Jones
Oscar Grant the Third timothy Stansbury Jr
Ramarley Graham i am
Yuh, Yuh (Yuh, Yuh)
Every day (Every day, Every day)
Every day (Every day, Every day)
Smoke a blunt (Every day, Every day)
Smoke a blunt (Every day,
shoes, gonna dance with it
Lil John Henry he said to Sue,
If I was barefootin' would you barefoot too
Sue told John, "I'm thirty two,
I've been
this
[Chorus: x2]
[Nas]
Can I talk to you Mr. President
Niggas trying to get with the computers
We ain't John Henry
Banging down machines
I'm here to represent this
[Chorus: x 2]
[Nas]
Can I talk to you Mr. President
Niggaz tryin to get with the computers
We ain't John Henry
the sharp scaple
Technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip
Blunts cherry bomb
Very calm
First bursts like a shot from
Three five in my blunt
I got dulce in my cup
Three five in my blunt
I got dulce in my cup
Three five in my blunt
I got dulce in my cup
Three five in
A meal like that, yo, we never ate
Then we met Brian and the Microdot crew
Martin Matt and John Plateaux [or] John Platt too
Adrenalin village was
Jean Paul
Demons everywhere
Jean Paul
Demons everywhere
Jean Paul Gaultier
Bitches everywhere
Jean Paul Gaultier
Demons everywhere
John Paul
alone forbidden in the city
Running fast through time like Tubman and John Henry
But the time was wrong
Illegal aliens moaned
It's such a pity that
to the fact that my Rolex a fifty
Arm & Hammer like I'm John Henry
Professor Klump pockets, I'm a chemist
Racks on me like I'm playing tennis
A hundred thousand
shoes, gonna dance with it
Lil John Henry he said to Sue,
If I was barefootin' would you barefoot too
Sue told John, "I'm thirty two,
I've been
Frankie Vaughan, Kenneth Horne, Sherlock Holmes
Monty, Biggles and Old King Cole
In the pink or on the dole
Oliver Twist and Long John Silver
Captain
still bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts, drink Bud Light beer wit' Buzz Light-year
Wet from here
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