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of these
Naysayers, playa haters, and imitators
I'm blessed by the creator
I'm a fucking innovator
Niggas wanna see me heated
They nothin' but instigators
I

Queen
She liked to question the King
And made it hard to breath
Till that day I told that
Bitch "it's time to leave" i'm a pimp
Now listen baby, I'm about

Street nigga, sip liquor 

Bag bitches, get money and dodge snitches 

Street nigga winter time no heat nigga
 
Section eight, welfare and fiends

would live like this

Gotta get it by any means
Invested in myself 
Now I play for the winning team
For the money I’m a fiend
I be chasing after that

I Feel Like I’m Living in a Country Song
Words and music by: Anthony Paul Alunni and Michael John Argyrakis

OPENING
Well, I feel like I’m living in

another man
Throw da alley oop to my nigga his head above the rim

Play with me and bitch it's doa
It's gon be a murder scene
I go by John Wiic, for

decided to reach out anyway
I know we didn't spend too much time together so I wanted to catch you up on a few Things
For starters, I go by Saint and I've

home
I think I might die, I'm not making it home
I'm in my head when I'm feeling alone
I get upset and I get real stoned
By my dolo, I'm not trusting no

the time will be mine
I'll walk in the clouds and will find God by my side for the end of time 
For His love will never end

I wonder I wonder wonder wonder

she right there in my face
Real love it's hard to come by, some shit you can't replace
This was the last straw, she say she done and she need her space

it right
Sun been coming in beaming hard I'll bend the light
John cena smack down raw he just hit the pipe
He took a beating tryna win the war before

take some more time for solitude
It's a lot of food when I go out, I shouldn't be eating
Excuse me while I hit the john is my latest greeting
I'm

position
Nigga I'm good so don't ask me is I'm straight
It's fucked up Thanksgiving only time I say my grace
I hustle hard in two weeks I'm trynna touch

crazy for the cam
Feeling like Martin I need me a Gina
Two guns and they twins Venus and Serena
I feel like John cena I'm fucking with divas

She know I

your sweet love 
I know I’ll get it right this time
 
CHORUS 
Lyric by Gordon Anderson and John Covert

over state lines
Voted eight times, when suddenly what did I see
A writhing mass of flesh
Comprised of idiocy coming at me
An unspeakable horror straight

rooted but it's hard for me
When I think about the day i watched leaves fall
From my family tree
See my daddy moved from a small town to better his life

Oh St Johns 
With your dirty streets and you grey boots on 
The wild wind, she grabbed my hand 
And carried me to your ampersand 

Broken beers

Not gonna lie
Sometime these days
Sometimes these nights they get hard
But you just gotta look out like
Gotta look for the people that really like

real
Long live John Wick, crodie gave out hell
T-Dub got that gun sittin' by the belt
How we came up, all we knew is drill

How I came up, drill
When I

body
The kid's a mix between John A and Irv Gotti
Golden shotty in the bed
Where all these bloody roads end
Where all that bloody dough spent
Nas raised

some Hell
Why don't we let our
Handiwork speak for it'self

Turret activated with my verse deployed
By the time you set up your sentry
You'll see your

Young Snake coming through with em hard raps
I ain't finna stop yet
I'm rare
I don't give a fuck if you hate man, simple terms, nigga I don't care

around with no bitch
Cause that bitch was loving the crew
She redeem herself by swinging me a pack of that Chase
I'm a chaser
Put my shit on the line like