Lyrics:
Movin' and groovin' trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin' this here song
Now you're amazed by the VIP posse.
Steppin' so hard like
you gettin' your wig spilt
Who run this gangster rap?
(no limit runnin' this!)it's 'bout to be it
187 khadafi
Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster
little brother up in heaven
I'm a ghetto star
[Chorus]
at the watch, and the bezel
She's not a little thot from the ghetto
Smart in the mental, told her I'd be gentle
Laid back, I don't even have an issue
Blow me, you
Destrozando todas las barreras
Con mi piel verdadera y lírica verdadera
En el Ghetto sangre de Guerrero imagen
De ghettos barrio Azteca undercatt
Boy in
and have a KitKat
Yamas to the girls tonight now get a shot and drink that
Mixing it up, getting grimy and greasy
Beats cooked up by my boy sleazy
When I
all by hisself
Saying he's the only one that could exist
Whose God is this?
He said, "I'm here with Jesus"
But Jesus just shook his head, no
So John
Yo, yeah
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches I'm in
the load is heavy (what?)
Yall betta know dat I'm ready (yeah)
A Legend surrounded by Legends (yeah)
I am not here cuz they let me (no!)
I told a hater come
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
theirs!
Yeah yeah, the world is yours
I was once that little boy
Terrified of the world
Now I'm on a world tour
I will give up everything
Even start
Yeah I be smoking that reef, uh
I do that shit that I please
Yeah I do whatever I please, uh
Make that little boy pay the fee, uh
Call me a freak by
on it like I'm Dracula, loss ain't in my vernacular
Lyrical beast when rappin' up on this mic I'm too ravenous
Called savage by some white men, these John
on it like I'm Dracula, loss ain't in my vernacular
Lyrical beast when rappin' up on this mic I'm too ravenous
Called savage by some white men, these John
felonies gone
Cover stories, John Gotti, celebrity door
These niggas coon, shuck and jive
Ain't concerned with the ghetto
Illuminati celebrities who worship
on Water, 'cause the wings are some gas
Throw the Subi in sport mode and I'm dustin' yo ass
(And I'm dustin' yo ass)
Yeah it's gon' be alright
Little Bites
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
Talk
I ain't got a talk cause they know its true
Only straight hits when I'm sitting in the booth
I'm a young legend so I got some to prove
I got
Movin' and groovin' trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin' this here song
Now you're amazed by the VIP posse.
Steppin' so hard like
theirs!
Yeah yeah, the world is yours
I was once that little boy
Terrified of the world
Now I'm on a world tour
I will give up everything
Even start
acts
It's a wrap pull the curtain, Long John be long gone
I pop shit and pop more bottles than Sean Don
I got chip, I'm just too ghetto like Banton
Mike
John Hardy, he was a desperate little man
Carried two guns every day
Shot a man down by the West Virginia line
They saw John Hardy get away
They
Uhh, it's ya boy Drop, I'm calling out Lord
It's ya boy T.D. calling out
Somebody please save me
Lord, won't you please come save me?
Only the Lord
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