Lyrics:
my nigga i need it
Said he gon shoot me my nigga I'm tweakin
Camo cap on like John Cena can't see me
If only yall niggas could see through my lenses
Do you remember
Look at me
And all the things we'd said we'd be
We'd beat the house
We'd push the odds
We'd take it all we had the cards
With
Well it sure didn't take too long
I woke up this morning she was gone
And the note that she wrote
Didn't say Dear John, just goodbye fucker I'm
Ellen and Ben
They met at someone's house warming party
They didn't like each other at first
I was still there
I heard them talking as they found
(McKinley)
I could build houses that wouldn't bend with the breeze,
Not like my own home of not so brave straw, with a wolf
Living in every part
something encouraging to him. My dad had just put a room onto his house. And my grandfather was a master carpenter and he was inspecting my dad?s work. And he
mental health
One day I smoked and drank everything and put John J in my mouth
Just to know the feel, nigga, just to know the taste of the steel, nigga
people have to survive
And find a way to feel lucky to still be alive
To sleep through the night
I wrote down all the details of how my house fell
And some people have to survive
And find a way to feel lucky to still be alive
To sleep through the night
I wrote down all the details of how my house
He was 18 and wasted
Bedroom in the basement
Parents house Tucson, Arizona
What do you expect from a high school diploma?
Working hours in
more confused
Than all John Terry's black friends
Watch your mouth son!
Hashtag trend
Oi big brothers in the house now, yeah
I said screw the voting
moving real bluntly
Shaking and baking MC's like a junky
Fiending, hitting MC's like they was cocaine
Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name
I'll
moving real bluntly
Shaking and baking MC's like a junky
Fiending, hitting MC's like they was cocaine
Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name
I'll
and tie
Chevy rolls up to the house with everybody outside
Gonna get down like we did the day before
50 more people be waitin' at the door
Team against
cash man
I'm rollin' lets start the tape like a car chase
Live like a star, eccentric with bizarre taste
I got a house in a far place, I don't back down
John, you've been on the go ever since you were born
And I imagine few people in the world today have travelled as much as you have
Now why?
and so fast
You use some act-right like LaBetty
And let you know that I'm the king of this motherf***ing city
Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti,
a graf-head
Plus I be running through marching lot
I'm hard to stop, 'cause while you stir the pot
I'm gettin' it on wit' your john in the parking lot
All by those cursed tyrants we are forced for to obey
Some haughty landlords for to please
Our houses and our lands they'll seize
To put fifty
I'm sayin?
Nigga.. used to call Black Tone collect and shit (um hum)
why'know what I'm sayin?
I call a house collect, even a shop, you know? (yeah)
with angel dust,plus I bust the devils lungs
With lyrics that come from tip of the tongue now you sprung
Sean sparks like john starks in the fourth
pale she looked like she wanted to puke
Now that I know the truth I'd rather play John Wilkes Booth
Although my family came and bitched and in the play
listen to her
They would show us where our country went wrong
Strum their guitars on the White House lawn
John Prine would run the FBI
All
life,
We just do it right
We were neighbors we were heroes
Join forever this should never fall apart
But the winter came on
At your house a move
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