Lyrics:
John Wall for the pints Or call Moneii for the bowls
All my niggas grindin' stacking pape Tryna put they family on
I'm at ghetto shootin' from
covered for us, when Flint got us back home
Now Paige mad at me cuz I never call back at all
Got love for the fam but I'm the one who make the calls
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Stop it lil hoe u not sneek
You tought lil bro was too geek
Thats why su woo on ya cheeks
I want a mill by the week
I get a mill call me meek
Saw
know by now, let me acquaint you with my steez
(C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhyme
They
him?"
Whole team full of green
You would think we Boston
Spalding, Ballin', flow be on the faucet
Middle man shut yo damn mouth, call a boss in
Big money
extortionists
Aborting this
Space ship that's spacious face it
I'm on contain shit
Pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
The case is
If not ya basic
Way
and a half of cream upon my face
I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy
The boys, they hit the road for a while
Bobby stayed at home
Writing songs alone
The boys, one by one, flew to close to the sun
John he rambled on
Until he
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
Maybach drapes
We gon' do this for Kanye, if you can relate, that's Drake
We come shootin' for Conway, Ruger your face back straight
A hundred
my face turned blue
(Yeah) There's no place like home (no place like home)
Growing up had a lotta neighborhood to roam (neighborhood to roam)
All my
years go by
With an old dog he calls Governor John
He starts at the break of dawn
And he don't stop as long as someone
Wants to hear him sing a song
tall bitch from the back, say, "Stand up" (woo)
Then put your motherfuckin' face down, ass up
Nigga been rich too long for makin' these songs, my
would ya roll along?
I been on the road you been sittin' home
I been on the go you been holdin' on
I'mma rock and roll would ya roll along?
Papi
Yeah, he screamin' out the want that smoke mamma sittin' at home
Cryin', prayin' for him on the low
His partner gunned down by the week ago
Now he in
call my gentas
And you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequences
We large percentage and you small change
Hittin' niggas long range
Chrome
Eat a dick up until you hiccup
Watch the kick up ride by pick the lick up
Off the liquor extra clothes for the switch up
Ready for the game
by day
I mean who's to say
Who's to say, you find an answer when living?
What if you just die?
What if life as we know it is all a dream?
What if we
the land
And she fought with all her cruelty to claim that
Gallant band
By Saint John's point in the early dawn I dragged
Myself on the shore
And I
and foamed at the mouth. Well just about then, I looked at old John and his face had turned beat red, cause Leonard had grabbed him by the throat with plans
& Molly]
Soon as I get home I'll give you a call boo
(Don't call me, I'ma call you)
I'ma take you out to dinner and maybe the mall too
(Mami don't call me,
out late tryna get my dick licked/ by this one bitch/ who use to let me put it in/ but my mom would call to cuss me out n say get yo ass home man I
Great John on the beat by the way
Gettin' high got me stuck in my feels
Still clutchin' the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
I stay with two i feel like john wall
Sending the smoke whenever you call
These niggas act hard but they Charmin soft
Nigga I ain't talking bout
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