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the bitches in the back
You suck my dick (Veeh)
I’m the type of nigga
That like fight fire wit fire
Once you get punched by my rival
It’s at least gon be wire

That brown boy
Lookin' like a stick
Abby don't remember
Suckin' on that green dick
Bouta kill his family
Goin all John Wicke
Don't cheat on your

Wake up in the morning gotta thank God
Walk outside they judge me on my paint job
These days morals falling by the wayside
Niggas tryna get straight

and a stu but he stuck ina job
He barely get by, he always get high, he sayin' he not, he know it's a lie
But fuck it he live in denial with pride that

cause I can you do it cuz you have to
Lookin at me like I'm gon fail got some bad news
Good news tightened tha screws loose
Bars by the beaucoup like who

over these so rappers
I'm too spiritually spiteful to be expressed by your pastor
Take a breath because life is getting much faster
Reality don’t battle

John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit

by the screwed by the down and make chopped chopped
Bit off more than you could chew
And got put in yo place now you on the inside lookin out
RIP Screw

take? Man a couple dranks, and some photos 
Her toto
Sweeter than churros
Now we in my dojo 
And she lookin for them euros 
Gold diggin bitches add

Colors on chains lookin like I'm in that space aye
Fuck what you say if you goin against the grain aye
Fuck out my face if you ain't got that real

like drive
Bys, the shit like dimes
Bys can flip like sides
Try to pick a fight
Bind your shit times nine
Like some beans and rice
Likely shit to mine

me that she dig me
I couldn't a let her dig further
Shawty lookin like an angel
Look like she could get away with murder
Told me blow a candle make

head
I can tell when you be lyin it's blessing and a curse
I just look inside your eyes and you don't gotta say a word
John 3:16 it'll show you your

Straight shooter like John Wick
Pretty face, nice full lips
I don't wanna hit it and quit
He been lookin like a lick
Going against the gang dog that's like

so easy I'm outta your league

You John Doe-ass-lookin'-motherfucker
Don't nobody like you
Yo momma don't even like you
You bum-ass broke ass muhfucker

lookin me where the brothas at
Either killed by police or by they own fam

Talked with unc louie He said chill fam
See the situation but don't react fam

all i see in all their huddle
Rums and gins and smiles Propelled by shallow Conversations
Maybe i'm not from here
Or maybe i'm sick of earth
Because i

really know what I'm on
By the time that they really start feelin' me
I'll already be gone
Don't know what kinda John I'm on

They gon' try to take your

Cutthroat bay
Alone in a cabin which blade I'mma take
5 Days by the lake for we back from the break
Just drinking and drinking my head start to ache
Put his

I'm lookin' out my window, but I'd sell my soul for the better view
Cash sale, ain't no records of the revenue
I'm in the lab, mixin' sounds like

Money on My Brain

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

rims
Presidential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets filled with Gucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in restaurants,

handle that

Like a butterfly stepping out the chrysalis
Damn! He's lookin' better than he ever did

If you think he's gonna fail
Then I'd have to say your

like it fuckin scuba
Scrub a dub dub
It's blowin bubbles thats a bit beluga
Google me
That shit lookin like a Dictionary
While you doing that I'm with my

You know I body beats like I'm corpse's at the morgue
Ain't no agent orange
Got a pistol and I leave it pourin'
Like I'm John Wick
I'm coming for