Lyrics:
sounds up loud
You are nothing
But another face in the crowd
Corner store John Doe, lookin for a name
The shit you provide me
Is nothing to the game
I'm
Well I'm a John Reuben from the land or corn
Columbus, Ohio that's where I was born in
By mom Kathleen on January 14
1979 I entered the scene lookin
taquitos
Breed rare like a Tbird or a boneless Tbone
If you Johns ain't Proctor then your opinion is veto
Elgerino by my side and he's movin like a linguinio
Spend a whole lotta nights tryin' not to die my nigga
Never said that I was perfect
I'm just gettin' by my nigga
Everybody wanna see me down
That's
High roller, but you wouldn't know it by the way that I rolled up
Career lifespan lookin' good, it ain't slowin'
One after another, man, I just keep
peace
Keith Lamont Scott alton Sterling
Philando Castille tamir Rice
Freddie Gray sandra Bland
John Crawford and all the other victims
Gunned down by
a first hello!
All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my balls
So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws
Always talkin bout
at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton
Now
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
gotta live and win by any means
Watching for the opps, the Ds, the fiends
And its kill or be killed, I keep it in my jeans
Pole and the bands, the pockets
"[John Cena]
We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
We spittin heat on your block
We new to the game, but runnin the spot
Numbin your knot,
the center
If I play this shit like Minecraft, boy, I am the fuckin' ender
But I got five on me, add a 0 by that, it's 5-0 street
And I got a live, lil' freak,
me plugged in like a night light
Shout my backpack that ass fat fat lookin right right right
Yea and she tryna slide tonight night Yea
And I ain’t
you live online Tron must be your god
Google must be Luke to you so YouTube's John
A crucial time with the usual crimes
They spread my message and are
poppin' (Facts)
Can't forget show stoppin'
Dope smokin' dope countin' (Oowoo!)
Three clap Surf City gang slidin'
City of the Crips by the beach (Go!)
This
are still gettin' pushed to the back
Puerto-Ricans gettin' dissed the same
Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane
Fuck John Wayne
I don't hate
Yeah
Uuh Woah
I've been feeling real bad since last week
Deep down I've been feeling all rowdy
Really had to stop it
Almost went John Wick
Had
him
They put the green light out, know how the game go
Niggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow
Take John through the slums just to get
Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green
In the shadows of the smokestacks
Through the black snow that lay on the land
Walked home one winter
lookin around, nigga
-reminiscin on what?
-bout how shit done changed, dawg
-all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel
-damn, bro, this shit
It was a Friday night, I'm all alone
Didn't feel like stayin' at home
Gave up on the women in this town
Lookin' for money and puttin' you down
I got
showboatin' in my long johns, uh
You do not be on what you say on you on, nigga (you don't)
You do not live where you say you live, nigga
You don't hold
on the phone
What's up John, where the green, and I ain't gon' ask you twice
Bring it over by yourself, or I'll take your momma's life
In the life
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
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