Lyrics:
to John Meneill
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting
And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped show me how to beat the devil.
It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row.
time
So grab a hold of your seats while I open your mind
And take you back to when I dropped down from heaven
And I came out my moms and had a mic as my
to John Meneill
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting
Lord, where are you? Have you left us now forever?'
John shakes his head in sympathy
Simon, you are a like a fish flopping in a boat
Surrounded by air
I go by cola no soda I thought I told yaaaaa
Bitch I'm Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang Ha!
Man I lost my miiiiiiind
the city all these people staring now
Looking at me, all the sirens start blaring out
ACAB
Feeling grand by this lake my mistake for not heading out
Creepin'
departments
Grade 1 first time expelled, that's how most of it started
Painting a picture of my past like it was made by John Martin
Always felt pain like my
hypertension
This all me with open arms
I come with good intentions
Stand by me I'm support you
Like a hypman
Through any adversity
Come together whats
Piece by piece, what it look like?
You know we run the city, bad bitches with me (with me)
Pull up in fifty foreigns, what it look like?
Hit your
contacts
Madara flow whenever I'm facing armies
Vice city outcome, ended by the palm trees
Dwayne Wade hustle- only count 'em by the 3's
3rd eye closed-
Lion-hearted, tiger face
Any corner, time and place, architect the time it takes
Inner-city outta state, and globally we outta space
Wait up Arc, hold up
Baby, I know that we got trouble in the fields
And the bankers swarm like locusts out there, turning away our yields
And the trains roll by our
chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched?
Well where he stay at then, he stay by such and such?
Well since we got altercations with these
the glock
You gonna think I was LeBron
We gone spend right out that Honda to they free my nigga John
Nigga tried to smoke on me like he wasn't gone take
I coulda' played for the Pistons
But don't get it twisted
Ya, might be Dan Marino, Al Pacino
Now I'm out in Denver, John Elway
Too many blades,
John Lennon dropping flames someone call nine eleven going hard like if it was game seven rappers garbage these niggas upsetting told them niggas to get
John Wick with a stick, I don't play about my dogs
I don't fuck with pigs but I'm still gone ball, hog
If it's ever about a dollar then I'm bound
(MIA JAY C)
Ha
Nah, for real (I hear you, JAY C)
Ha (ha), every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha, no cap)
In the field, John Madden,
D.JOHNS
You new to the city
Shit aint a game man shit could get gritty
For Hunnits and Fiddys
Keep me some killers these niggas get busy
Two shots
bang John whiterspoon
Er body talking bout it cuz it’s in the news
Ogs on that water no swimming pool
Yung niggas dropping out didn’t finish school
Jump
new John Deere
Then we'll work these farm with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest time, we'll work it out
There's still
This next song goes out to a little city on the St. Johns River
The gateway to Florida
Jacksonville
Oh baby city
Oh, you're so bold, so new
Son
Well now me and Homer and Big John Talley
Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley
And I kept rollin' them sevens and winnin' all them
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