Lyrics:
Ay
Heh
They call me John Wick with the way I'm killing all you bitches
He got bit by a spider, so I seen him started twitching
Call me Giannis from
Legend
It’s too late for my city I’m that Eastside n***a rep’n
I can’t lie, I can’t lie
I’m that n***a off the 3rd
You so fire, you so fire
Can you whistle
is a crime
When the hate don't work and they start lying
True feelings and hurt
I got true feelings that hurt
I hide my true feelings when it hurts
make it (Woo!)
Then I woke up on a empty stomach how to win is all I'm craving (Yeah)
No school so I stand by every single choice a nigga makin'
get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on bitch time
Y'all niggas ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggas
Tryna do is hurt my sales, and stop trips
get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on bitch time
Y'all niggas ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggas
Tryna do is hurt my sales, and stop trips
of the rest
So you better reload quick
Cause I never miss my target
I'm all about making hits
And nah I don't need no clique
I roll on my own just like John
night like like it hurts to sleep
Guarding a transaction like I work for Brinks
Mad headroom in my mix no clips or peaks
So if the meter read "red" that's
his father's truck and stole a gun
Mother running down the highway screaming
Johnny it's too bad, oh it's too and it's bad
And it's too bad
the percolator
Kyle Machlachlan is the best Paul Atreides
John Hurt is the best Elephant Man
Richard Farnsworth is the best Alvin Straight
And also Laura Dern is
a fifty, what you spending?
I'm a legend, call me John Flippa Lennon (sheesh)
Chopper pierce 'em, fuck a piercing (pierce 'em)
Drinking Act, it fuck my
See you are what you are in this world
That's either one of two things
Either you are somebody
Or you're nobody
I, Woke up feeling like John Doe
rapping on my phone making that good doe ill show u I'm good so
sneaky like john doe I'm repping so I know I'm never in slo-mo im loving the good flow
tight, see me catching flights
At the international terminal, where you don't go
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped
And tripped by mic
nothin' to do
But wonder where you're headed, baby
Have you ever loved somebody
Who loves you so much it hurts you to hurt them so bad?
Have you ever
fucked up, thinking I would be here for you
Shit's fucked up, can't believe this is true
I was so blinded, divided by truth
Feeling I'm betrayed, I didn't
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda
with nothing but visions, but I want it bad so I'm rapping and stuff
Pops was a legend, he got us those presents by selling them subs and then wrapping
accept the loss or a donut
I was born so I can rock and rolla
I come by way by California
So I lived a life without God
I can't count the shit that I've
Hook:
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug 'cause you don't deserve my smile so
fii le, wo'bi
Olosho lo wa di waiter eh
Er err maamii s'o mo
Olowo t'o tun sa'wo
Sa'wo sa'wo sa'wo fi le
Na'wo na'wo wa di Mola er err
Eni sa'se lo n
like John Cena now
Money on my mind so I cant pick up now
Bad little younging on my dick like Joc its going down
His whole circle is a circus they some
to grieve the hurt
Heed my words, you gotta make impossible happen
I'ma do what they never thought possible rapping
Missed my mark many times, off by
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
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