Lyrics:
what you need
Love
Getting high rolling bud
Love
When I pull up out front you see the Jag on dubs
John Snow fur brought some Wildlings in the club
They
I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte
Used to do this all day burnin in the project hallway
Discussin strategies in the court case
I rock
or die
Only way to survive
Then they start judge us
But don't even take a ride
Only got my mother
True love that's by my side
Police pulled me over
Found
And Max Roach, cymbals socking
Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking
Restructuring the metaphysics of a jazz thing
John Coltrane, a man supreme
He was
the verse
Stay sharp like spurs
All I do is shine, no murk
No dark, I constructed this from the heart
Instructed by my father since the start
I depart
drip
Whenever you see Scoob, I'm talking never
Will I ever go back back, what I'm used to, I was so broke
Roam at home, I had shit by my lonely on it
time high, they couldn't know it was raw
You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort
If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought
Gladiator
John John in the motherfuckin' booth
With my brother the
Fucking gladiator every time we in this
Bitch, day one shit
A1 shit big homie tell
and mercy
This is not what I would rather be
Maganoo and St nick we be talking shit
Y'all think I'm kidding? It's not big thing
But if you love who you
Are
throughout the whole coast
I already know I'm a goat
I stay with the drip shout out to lil boat
Pull up to the show turn up with the bros
They know us by
spirits to be born, grow strong,move on,know right or wrong first John chapter two verse fifteen DO NOT LOVE THE WORLD AND ANYTHING IN THE WORLD
In Jesus
(John Lennon talking)
Faddy what up mane
(My brudda, my brudda, my brudda)
I feel like lennon
(Ya, ya)
I feel like lennon
(Uh huh, ya)
I feel like
on the side of my ribs by my kidneys
Don't get stain if you hitting civilians, green dot on a opp for precision
Green dot to the Watts in the prisons, protocol
of demise
Or John Lennon? This ringing a bell? He came an immigrant speaking of love, only to tell
Those who needed to hear the message he eagerly bore
Some
dwells,
There is always peace there, oh yeah.
I am talking church,
Man it would not hurt,
For you to stop by, drop by,
And see how my father works.
But
like it with the hot sauce
And I like it with the salsa
Gives me wood I'm talking balsa
Plus with the beans yo thats my dream
I love beans
I want
gon' hunt you
Down if you break rules, talk about peace and love you
They say dont challenge the status quo,
Thats all you gotta know,
Got by the rules
this here is real serious
And I want y'all to listen
You go to the barber shop
You got the same guy, talking 'bout the same chick
He was with
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
Don't give a fuck about Hating niggas they be talking on my name
Yeah yeah yeah
Only got myself by my side and I keep my circle closed yeah yeah yeah
Guap, Guap
Getting all this money this money
I don't do no talking
12 k on my second song
I guess it's popping
Your girl keep listening to my
a favour By doing they jobs
If you fail to tip them bitches at the
End then it's war
Back to the story
One of the ladies on duty
Was talking so hard on her
nothing
Stop talking tough, y'all are my sons
Stack my paper, I'm up by the sun
I don't want your hoe, she too scum
Gon be a while til i'm mf done
Endless
yeah, c'mon
Bad Boy baby, yeah
[P. Diddy - talking]
One God, one love, one family
Bad Boy, they ain't never seen nothin like this
I see you Loon [echo]
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