Lyrics:
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
A MONKEY AND DON'T YOU THINK IT'S KIND OF FUNKY
HE'S A REAL JUDAS KISS
FOUND HIM FACE DOWN IN BED,
DRIVE BY SHOOTER DEAD
TIMES LIKE THIS I WON'T MISS
WHEN HE
I keep pimpin' i keep pimpin’
I keep I, I keep pimpin'
I, I, I keep pimpin'
I got a bitch in the back
Got a ho in the front
One cookin’ the crack
to form a star
Each person can't go very far
All tied to their things
They're netted by their strings
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
to be alright
Quiet is good most of the time
If you're not experienced in this
John Lennon is really good to listen to
Elliot Smith
Roger Eno's Between
Escobar season begins
Black Kemet gods, black Egyptian gods
Summoned from heaven, blessed, dressed in only Goyard
Homie go hard like stole
you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John
you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John
you got somethin' to prove G
What, you want to be in the next John Singleton movie?
You're sayin' that you're buckwhylin'
But don't convince me,
The racks I'm a get it, cash
The packs unleaded, gas
The black John Lennon, facts
If we talking bout the raps I be penning, crack
If we talking bout cash no
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
I come in here fresh like john lennon
I come in this bitch trigger happy to kill ya
Big blitz trigger happy he ready to kill ya
Now his blood
traveling this land
In search of the
Most pure MDMA that I can my hands on
Buy it by the pound
I'm up
By at least a 'mill now
Yuh, Yuh
Yuh, Yuh
Every day
Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not
thang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went
Ay man
It's John City man
I'm in ya city, man
Melbourne city, man
In the east of Melbourne
Cruising through the east
Unkle Adams at the wheel, in
If a nigga was blind to the fact I'd understand why y'all niggas die by the trap
Seems like the only way a nigga up is selling crack, but
This ain't
tried to take me out
Shot me right in front of my mother
By Tracy's house
Now its time to change my life I think Rap's the answer
Same day I got
our turn to play calypsos
Yo me and you meet me by the two
A war goin' on that's involvin' the crews
Bring both your arms Rel and Moose down in
this life
I stick a nine in ya spine for mine
No time for talk, 'cause I walk when I talk
Stalkin sidewalks of course with the eyes of a hawk
Crack
planet I'm from consist of diligent crack sale
Assisting off the backs of young black males
It's innocent, suspending in packed jails that benefit
White
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
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