Lyrics:
to make dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
to make dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
the end
Ojae maestro, na God last last
Your phone dey off and on, go check the panel
There is a mystery to understanding love in channels
Me, I'm all for
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay
to say
We love you all
Peace yeah
Baby you my medicine
My medicine ye
Hate it when you not with me
Don’t never let go.
I’ll be there for you
I’ll be there
Thank you same to you ha, ha happy Christmas
Christmas, John, and I see you strolling in
Ascot Garden with your wife, Yoko, but well
Do you
Have any
crazy
But it's a Darkside, it's what you made me
No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me
What you niggaz owe before I come for your babies?
[DJ Premier
Show you how to make a vision : turn the grape into wine
My text is nothing divine, don't put a cross on that line
I'm a bridge across the channel so I
your whole team up)
Take care of B.I., Chef (got your back John John)
(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo)
Fly G.I. Nigga
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is
your whole team up)
Take care of B.I., Chef (got your back John John)
(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo)
Fly G.I. Nigga
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is
My now holographic dirt
Three-one-three, a voice is heard
And by the third, I proclame myself
Look for a younger drug
Burn my Dear John letter box
It
Peace
Had to make peace
With the things
I couldn't change
Every evening
I would rip out a page
Scribble over it
Let the ink flood the paper
To channel all
And here they come again shook, ooh, ooh
Sugar, ah honey honey you are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you
Well
Think of your fellow man
Lend him
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
mend to-high-be-high hoodies
So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'
The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody
the mirror, see yourself and adore thee
Whisper in your ear, I fear nothing that's before me
And always remember that you're royalty
From the line drawn until
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
like my Netflix loaded
(Get em')
Telling your boss brick city boys is fire
Never mind
Half of y'all be talking through the wire
Media slandered me
So
Beef with the government til they ain’t sleep ugh
We are products of Royalty
No ignoring me
History on your hands
That made the Hundreds bleed
Wake up
[Whistling]
John Doe:
Release yo mind and slip with me between the crease of time
Cause peace of mind is the condition people cease to find
I be
a mini-series outta peace treaty
Mrs. Crichton and me are now parents
I'm like Scorpius, I never trust a Scarran
For pissing me off that half-breed had a talent
Kill your whole catalog
Sixteen would make Deborah Lee
Cut the channel off
Thirty-two would make Paul Bunyan
Take the flannel off
Sixty-four would make
chest look like taco meat
Shit, two hammers
Make your whole crew vanish
I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras
Bitch I'm like John Wayne
Shot
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