Lyrics:
as long as you feed me
I pull the big joints out as long as the TV
Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right
(By your side)
As soon as something
it's on
I fly high you niggas not in my zone
I fly by look they they out of control
Look nobody home
Me nobody can hold on to the next case
My lawyers
see
Visions of John Lewis pacing
Bloody Sunday
Got me Thinking I can make the difference one day
I just
Think that I'm here for a greater purpose
I feel
a nigga want some then he betta hit me
Don't try me boy 'cause you know I got that K wit me
Loaded, aim, and cocked ready to spray quickly
And I'mma put
only
It will be done by one who has shared this
Meal with me.
With a meaningful look Peter urged John to find out
Who it was
When John asked him
I'm used to it
I catch beats like sars
And I rise
Like an instrument
I got me an ass like minaj
And i eat from it
Made them realize i'm the guy
They
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah I do whatever I please, uh
You cannot see me like John Cena
Put that lil bitch on her knees, uh
the fame
I just want a range and chill on the yatcht
Never gave me play on twitter
Always put me on the block
Now you in my call log telling me to come by
Now the other night, Roy Acuff called me
He said, "John, I'd like for you to do the Opry
So I went out on the stage, but I couldn't sing"
I got into
hold that
Hold that to the rhythm of the beat
It ain't like how it used ta be
From trash rats dumps and debris
Ta cash racks something ta see
Fuck you we
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
hometown
Got some rap tapes I was moved by the dope sounds
Found myself inspired by the son of a Panther
And others who gave me clues when I was scrounging
Got the clear spot from the rear block
To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop
Since your
Got the clear spot from the rear block
To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop
Since your
asthma
They attackin' me, they slowin' they rhymes down actually
They got factories with little dolls named after me
But it's no question my funk
I just found out there's a bunch of wack ass
No talent having, swear they
Can rap, 40-something, should've got
A job, still living with their parents
Sick like color green
You the husk
I'm the Hulk how they feel it
Strong like hoes knees or a john's needs
So keep quite
I got the green like a thumb
But
Take strength to do
Cause between us there's some deep root stare
I gave you the best dick you ever got in your life
And stupid me thought it would be
shaking
Like it never has before
'Cause you got me aching
For you more and more
Hold back
Hold back the night
I couldn't stand to lose you by
see me
John Jackson in action on ya TV
In the bay on the way to Marin county court house
To negotiate a deal, we gonna get George out
Walk in
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
his neighborhood? nobody dared
But los got up out the coma got and was able to hear
A missionary shared the gospel to his open ears
He got saved got
machine, let's turn you on
Now who you got?
Hey Lizz, it's John. Can you come over? I just want to talk
Oh John, you're so desperate
But I guess I am too,
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