Lyrics:
Step up John Bold, your fortune will be told
Cross my palm with silver or gold
Feel the warmth, then feel cold
Hear the tale unfold
Rest your head
rotating make something happen,
If I spray I take the ozone layer that’s thug passion,
I’ll never see a mil at a job so try rapping ,
6 Days and 60 Hours I
that was fancy?
I think imma tear the world like the president
Crashin' hotel parties and the residence
I'm over here just blessing people by just
check ourselves, livin' up in these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We
And messed up bad, so here I am singing
This is me, in my entirety
This is me, a person saved by grace
Humbly, confessing, with You I'm something
But
There John sits with his hose and bits
Leaving out his kit he needs to make his fix
But he's not in a private space
As passersby pick up their pace
she's crying
She tells me of another great friend, he died
"If he can't make it" I think to myself, I spiral
Weeks go by, stuck, up my waist debt
John Legend's set (yeah)
Me and you could take a time
Watch the years and days and hours pass by (yeah)
Hey bae, you got the hourglass type shit
I think it's time we take a holiday
Turn off the phone and get somewhere away
We'll live inside a house made of up straw
By the ocean
We're gonna
really make ya want to drop, drop
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now hold up
[Method Man]
Now I walked on ice
this
Specialist
Black
Testing this will get ya necklace jacked
And named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly
John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is
your whole team up)
Take care of B.I., Chef (got your back John John)
(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo)
Fly G.I. Nigga
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is
your whole team up)
Take care of B.I., Chef (got your back John John)
(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo)
Fly G.I. Nigga
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is
a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And that amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer
Shine On
Reign Is Consistent, Pour My Rise Straight For The Don
Hustle In Silent, Success Is Lethal, Dollaz I Cs
I Make It Smoking John, Blaze On This
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
on you
You're saying you want the fancy life
Seeing different sights
Nothin' less than number one
Whatever choice that you want to make
You won't hesitate
I got lots of haters
Sauce got lots of flavors
I'm Keanu Speed I can't stop can't wait up
I'm Keanu Reeves pick a John Wick or a Matrix
Girl I got
effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel Louis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some bub,
Daddy I
coaching
Niggas gone find you just make sure you open
I'm staying Loki
If potent gon burn by the Odin
No Longer the middle man
I throw I baby in leaf
Look
back
And the way you look at me makes my world go black
Green is the color of a John Deere,
of the spring time leaves or of a cheap beer
And blue eyed
Picture this: you and me
In a flat by the city
It might not be all that pretty
But you’ll make up for it
Picture this: me and you
On a sofa made for
check ourselves, livin' up in these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We
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