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Flew half way round the planet
Saw my chance I had to grab it
But don't fret
One day we'll be back together like it's Janet
Everything is workin'

and Chris
Runnin' down full court
Fast break offense guaranteed they're gonna score it
Tryna get the quick point guarded by no one
They could get it Tim's

don't slip
Young miss, shoot my shot John Wick
Eyes on her lips she said I'm taking the piss
Tight lace on the kicks don't trip
Tell my clique we'll be up

I'm everyone's fantasy
Bitch you're just a fan of me
That's why you really wanna be me
But you could never see me
Yeah John Cena I'm selling out

Thought I was John Cena or Mark Henry playing with them dumbbells
Got a rockstar bitch she killing shit like Russell Rose Danielle
I was running with that

been the goat
All y’all youngins my kids
I been on top of this shit
You can see by my status
This shit is not rigged
Shawty a rider like Neela
Finessing

the clique, I said
Not By The Hair On My Dummy Fat Dick
And if that tummy have a kick, imma abort that shit
Support no kid, .44 to your forehead if
You talking

Go tell Wenceslas and tell his kid
The whole world knows the awful thing he did
His shame is exposed and his face is hid
By the statue of St. John

Barbossa and Thanos right now
I told my nigga Genie push it we'll figure it out
Holla at me Millie, if you need Bobbi Brown

I never listen to these rappers

'em as one to bide
My time, when I've been only tryin' to get by
Like why the stone face
And how come they won't look in my eyes?
All in my head, oughta

On that day 5 years ago
Seems that I'm trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something gil can't

already prayed
Girl by side
She already slayed
You measuring up
I'm already weighed
You waiting for checks
I'm already paid
Wake up on a daily
Count my

niggas I ain't had a enough
On the Ave, gotta win Run It Up
Push my line, I Stay ready for it all
Clear the tab real wizard,
Like John Wall
I got pain I

John Cusack
Watch on my wrist worth a few racks
Glock by my hip imma shoot back
Shots at your whip make your coupe crash

Been feeling down
But I know

the trees, they make you feel at ease
So when you rap fast, you can't breathe
But that's not reason to battle in the new season
You Chris breezing by, that's

(Bitch I don't fuck with you!)
Bad whip
Bad bitch
Both ain't mine
Got her mad whipped
But Big John tryna figure out
Why she want a little Trinidad dick
Now

Kick it Johan

Ball Bearings
Ball Bearings
Ball Bearings
Ball Bearings

My name is Sir John Phillips
And I'm your pastor for the night
We're gonna make

crucified, bled and died, then He rose Divine
So we could walk worthy in power by His glorious Might

Nobody Greater nowhere
Whenever you call He's right there

well hoe we see red
(Clutch)
I aint know what he was saying bitch that 40 hit his neck
Like a fucking cold drink my shooter put his ass in check
Where yo

I mean my friends and my family for the long ride
Well I've got some great news for everyone around
I almost made a song with Elton John, my dad is

of John for the first time
With both eyes being open with new sights
when I realized I had to die to attain life
I had mad heart but was accustomed

Dream Love

by John Agacki


Never been so long without you
Things just weren't the same without you
Everywhere I went I wished that you were there.

time! 
Their stallions guide by the moonlight instead
Off to a scary good time!

Fog and mist surround the church
Ghastly gouls begin their search
Souls

will it suffice
Do I have enough rice
Not eaten by the mice
I don't know I just might
They call me a knight
Because I'm winning all fights
And I'm in it