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for this
I don't got rhymes for this
So high that I'm up on Heaven
All my rhymes ghost-wrote by Jo

All my rhymes ghost-wrote by John Lennon
Lennon

yeah)
Big boy 5.56 stay by my hip, no fear of rippin shit (i'm not scared)
Eat what's in pants, bae get nervous, just start kissin it
Count up, count

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

a dream like Dr. King? or imagining all the people
like John Lennon did,
I don't really got the answers to that,
I just like asking questions, feel it keeps

Stayin in my zone
Kanye watch the throne
Falcons lead got blown
Don't blame julio jones
The score was 28 to 3
Brady said count on me
Then he led his team

The Worst

Onyx

Shut 'Em Down

1998

and bendin, so they can get the John Lennon
Hundred dollar gator players
Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game

I'm daily

Yeah
In the words of John Lennon, nigga
In the end, it'll be okay
But if it's not okay, it's not the end
Yeah
Gratitude, nigga
(Let's go)

to come
To have some breakfast
At your burial get it
That was joke
I don’t want
None of the smoke
Unless its some dope
I got some weed in my throat
Hold it

like a banner she been ran thru by the team
Nigga text me say "I'm short" I hit him back like fuck you mean
U don't have all of my money nando gonna eat

armed and bendin, so they can get the John Lennon
Hundred dollar gator players
Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game

[Chorus]

armed and bendin, so they can get the John Lennon
Hundred dollar gator players
Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game

[Chorus]

The way that stand like niggas ain't even here
Take off my pants, she wanna get in 'em
Feel like Juice World bitch John Lennon
And I know a lot of niggas go

bitch, don't try it
By the time they get here, bitch, you gon' be lifeless
Yeah, I'm finna kill your bitchass
I just gave a little bitch dick, then she

and beats,
Like a county line,

Tax man wanna come,
Down my shine,

Count your Ps,
Don't be counting mine,

My head wrapped,
On a Saudi vibe,

I must of told

bury me with all my sinnings
I say the truth I sing about they'll kill me like John Lennon
Hypnotized by the chains
I need change and a Range in my

of demise
Or John Lennon? This ringing a bell? He came an immigrant speaking of love, only to tell
Those who needed to hear the message he eagerly bore
Some

Swag Surfin'

F.L.Y.

Jamboree

2009

don't hesitate to cash out
Paint John Stephenson, the black and blue Jag out
Pockets on half-time, I'm always bringing bands out

I'm on Hypnotic,

after it scabs
I cut through the middle
Like an inter section
Put my foot down like I was on the A217
Pure talent when i touch the pad like John Lennon
My

happening
What's to bother, who's even hearing this
Who's even listening
I'm out like rocket man
Let it be like John lennon
Life gave me a singular Lemmon

Cold as fuck
Seen some blood, yeah I stepped in it
New whip now I'm parked in it
V8 with a grey tinted
Now I'm smoked out like I'm John Lennon
You

ain’t back in the day things changed I improved
I get better with time like good denim
Can’t stop my stride or momentum
I imagine a lot like John Lennon

real estate 
I don't give a fuck about you niggas anyway 
Jealous ones still envy gotta Always keep the simi stay ruthless 
Just like 50 tried to Count

too fucking big
I'm like john lennon cus I'm taking shots, scrolling through twitter liking tweets from bots
I've got a long crack, it's long like

the powers that be
It's the same old store where they proudly sold
The gun that shot John Lennon down, shot Lennon down
It's the same old news when the kids