Lyrics:
Like John, what would he do? (What?)
I Rock out for my Bands, im something like the Beatles
Play crazy leave you see thru (Boom)
Big dog over there come
Opened up my kundalini
Manifest with no damn genie
Bitches always want a freebie
I'm John Cena you can't see me
Opened up my kundalini
Manifest with
revenge like I'm Nick Cage
Hell you think that shotty for?
By the way
I just body ho's
You would think I'm John Gotti, yall
Rum in my cup
Indica blunt
Yeah swisher Sweets, no Phillies
Yeah
Me I'm riding clean, smoking good
Can barely keep my eyes open
Listening to my favorite song
Leaning in my
I'm riding for my niggas and there really isn't many
I'm from the town, when it's going down, it us against the whole city
Tulsa to the bone, this my
you up then I hit you with the Four five
If a nigga go to jail imma make bond
Bitch I'm riding by omerta ion do no time
Imma fight it on my feet
Well What you fighting for
Too Make a change
Then No more peace & quite , now get up in their face
Riding till the wheels fall off
And this bitch burn
round in a bentayga
Riding Riding round in a bentayga
Brand new scat just to piss of the neighbors
Told her I Will I'm surrounded by Jada's
I was just
country now
He'll be singing for Toyota by the fall
That's not true
John's a patriot!
He's not like you
He's a-
Jesus Christ, it stinks here low
the truth what I did and who I did it for
Cause I put my City on out my City on and we ain't never gonna fall
Fuck 12 I got dirty work in my draws and I just
need my need control
Party poppin’ on the weekend
Is you riding
Got nowhere to go (Got nowhere to go)
We can get neat
Kick up by the beach
Just things I
the biggest nigga's in the yard get broke
I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall
Took blocks to Wall for box of raw
What you think 33 in
About Uncle John
Oh Lord, who's gonna tell it
Who's gonna live in the house
Right down by the side of the road
Who's gonna stand up in heaven
Yea I keep the music in my blood that keep me flowing
Can't listen to what they be saying I keep going
Feel I get heartless by the day I just can't
In Saint John New Brunswick, A city by the sea. There is a girl, who's longing for me. She waits everyday, she's waiting for my call. Way up
niggas hoes, you niggas hoes
And I ain't even trippin
'Cause we'll be laughing to the bank and riding by these niggas
Mikey bring that mink with your
My circle getting smaller
Fuck it I'm on my own now
Riding by lone now
And all the ones who told me no
Asking for a loan now
See me living good
So she
I'm fighting on, I'm riding on
I rise above and if I'm dying young
Tell my people they're why I do it all
And I will succeed or trying I will fall
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
preach the good news of
The Kingdom of God
Minister in Galilee
Performing great miracles
Prepared by John
The voice in the wilderness
Anointed by
is John Doe and I'm wanted for murder
I didn't mean to do it but my temperatures blew it
Remember it well, seems like the other day
Now I gotta stay
comes before a fall
He gets a little bit more stubborn each and every year
And the only things that he depends upon
Are Jesus Christ, and John Deere
He
This drug called love left my tolerance high I used to get excited by the smallest of signs
When you would smile wide at every sentence in line Now
eyebrows around the globe
Riding for them on a foreign road
Tryna find the toe on the totem pole
All in all in good time
Fall in awe with the climb
Get
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