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another man
Throw da alley oop to my nigga his head above the rim

Play with me and bitch it's doa
It's gon be a murder scene
I go by John Wiic, for

with madness
Plenty niggas die in traffic 
 watch your body
I’m coming through with with my team around me 
A loaded 9mill
And a girl that’s in love with

ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums

more
Can't go out like John F K
Sliding out with the top off today Suge me a nigga better get out my way
Eating good nigga gotta say my grace
Yeah I

up in front of my (Yeah)
I love me a Gemini (Yeah)
Gas I be getting high (Uh)
She got a fattie she pretty fly (Ooo)
She tatted my name on her thicky

patience (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Smokin' on this loud (Gas), uh, ooh, I love the fragrance (Uh)
Smokin' on this loud (Gas), uh, can't hear what you're

old news old news 
She keep sayin I love her but theres no proof no proof
I told her she need to grow up no produce produce 
I told her my feelings

I Am ! by John Clare

I am! yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise

Gang, gang, gang bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang, gang (Bordeaux and Non Native)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
(Great John on the beat by the way) uh, uh

I'm the Prodigal Pappa proud of me
Dichotomy, My philosophies turn to salaries
Used to get paid by hourly, sourly clocking in and out
And now my bank

them bricks living with my mother
Got betrayed by a hoe and never trust another.
Counting paper while they talking keep leveling up
I got mo money than

the realest
No second we are the issues
And fucked by 
All bitches of the hood
We neggas do watch out
For strength
You are weak then we 
Throw you away

a shoot-out scene
He sings Ledoux and Waylon by the fire
A storyteller picking on some guitar wires
He'll be chasing sunsets 'til he dies
He'll be ropin' 'til

can die screaming along side him

Aight, everybody just chill, I'm officially back
Clutchin' the wheel, drivin' right to the scene of the crash
No

ditch
Eradicate it just by being John Malkovich

When Everything Everywhere feels all wrong
Remember you're The Golden Child James Hong

Just find your

what the fuck nigga
Yo we don't give a fuck

8 or 16, I spit like an M 16
Front of your scene
Saying "give me your cream"
I was the type to look, listen

welcome to the new generation where babies is having babies
Niggas is dropping daily all for the love of paper
Damn near pushing thirties. I hope that I'ma

to count
Here's a few before a bounce
And the business they about

Abraham was only a man
Used by God to go into new lands
He was all about God not only

Turn it to a John Doe scene, they all gone question who is who? (bitch who the fuck?)
Bitch I'm close to none (Chosen), that's one of one
Heard she got

a shoot-out scene
He sings Ledoux and Waylon by the fire
A storyteller picking on some guitar wires
He'll be chasing sunsets til he dies
He'll be ropin' til he

day
On the heat, I'm on the wing, John Jimmy Bean
And Prince Dibelli, Tyler Harrow, he gon' clear the scene

See we gon' click and kill a widow if he

the love
I knew the money
Would come 'round
Heard a couple rumors
Opps mad cuz I'm up now
Greyhound bus down
Now we get bust downs
Only get in touch
When I

Don't play with bitch
I'll let off on you bitch
I came on the scene new fit new kicks
And I ain't worried bout a hoes
I'm tryna get rich
Remember

Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box