Lyrics:
(John Cena):
The untouchable cat whose style is right,
I can be mistaken for the smooth and silent type
My violence bites tight like it was vampire's
Ohh My
Stacking P's to more than get by
Fuck scraping the bottom, I'm tryna get right
Get your own ima get mine
And greatness is a process you know it
help me she-wolf style
I need to talk to my cameraman
John, I want you to locate the best she wolves in the house
And put 'em on the big screen, okay?
[Chorus]
Hey be easy, you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy, the drama ain't nothin' to me
Hey be easy, before you have problems just breathe
I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie but I know time cannot freeze
Yea, yea...
My life is deep, everyday's like constant greif
And all I wanna do is breathe, so I choose to rely on me
I'll never let me...
My life is
letting me breathe
Shawty I -)
Shawty I swear if you leave
I got this feel imma bleed
I got this feel
Imma lose all my morals
And get overtaken by greed
She
But be about it what happens
Getting love from me is discounted
Cause I been
Passing over these mountains
So I went feet high by the thousand
Ion know
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For
future even using photogrey
Some call me a king anothers a protoge
Porque penso como escravo mas, escrevo como Rei
Hey, Tanta pedra jogada acumulei
Um
Position
Position
Gyal you raw like paper
Raw dan dovey mag
Pumpum fat so til it all a buss you pants
Wicked dan dorian
Me D to you P mek a collision
Not feelin' too good myself
Feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good now child oh no
Oh take it now babe ah kee p bal lin ', al l ar ound town
Seems I
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
Remember that time we was going to school You used to try and play it cool
Now am I a fool for thinking that I want her and that she want me too
What
give me my time and send me my flicks
Call my mom, she'll give me a lawyer
Do my push-ups, come back brick
I used to always tell my P.O., "You lock me
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
out your shade and you're blocking out my rays
Finding Rey like John Boyega out of Star Wars
Ridley me this like I'm a poet on a par course
Diss me you
buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me
buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me
makin no money
(Breathe)
I had to get me sum money
Start wit a 7 den it turnt to a onion
I was sellin it fa 10 tryna times it by a Hunnid
I went re up
Glocks and the beams with me (Great John beats, baby)
Look, look
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Tell 'em, "Bust a move," got them things
On a six-shooter holster
With D-P-G on every wanted poster (D-P-G)
Let me think about which bank to gank (about what? Uh huh)
Which fella to shoot and which
I'm feeling underrated like Russ
I hope Satan get hit by a bus
Follow Jesus so I cannot lose
He helped me run away from the lust
Take off on a demon,
a communist, I'll tell yo' momma the truth
And now they want to assassinate me like they John Wilkes Booth
But umm, recognize sperm, cause yo' brain is
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