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It's only right that we resurrecting
All this real rapping
Mainstream rap unbearable
Niggas fishing for captions
The state

I don't need a ladder
Yeah I'm pissing on these niggas got a bad bladder
I don't climb B**** I fly I said fuck a ladder
You aint talking about

The Refrain of John Dillon James

Alabama

Songs of Inspiration, Vol. 2

2007

I met him at the fishing hole

But old Dillon wasn't toting his half pint of tin hide

His roll your own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket

a rocket
Fishing like Allstate what's in your pocket
This Glock going to pop I just gotta cock it
I'm a loose screw gotta tighten the sockets
Student

the memories of the rush, we find our grace
In the echoes of the city, our spirits abide
In the midnight rush, forever we ride


Phone in my left pocket

Damn, this that irie
Damn, this that guide me
Damn, this that try me
Go head & taste it, inspire me
Damn, this that Irie
Damn, this that guide me

digits it fill up my pocket
I got the ice on neck and it drip like some water
You know that I'm hot like wasabi
Don't check the tag, just pop it
Young fly

around, played my part
Came drought but now I'm way too fly
No ice on my neck but can make you drown
Never needed a guide, I always been the guy
Make niggas

pivoting on this beat like there's people guarding me
Keep the whistle in my Pocket g might need to tech This bitch up
Beat like its fishing I'm riggin it up

I'm on this road to Hollywood, got nothing in my pockets but
I'm counting on the stars to guide me home
I will not let my dreams die down, searching

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[Verse 4]
Dibs on the title? You're drunk as an owl, why you fly the coop

silent but quiet
I rise just to guide them
Through memories young yet so old
My love is a trip when I write it
They told me no more
So now I got secrets

Little boy just 8 years old 

Following around his daddy with a fishing pole 

Watching every move he makes

He's says dad I want to be just like you

Yeah, I stay away from po-po
Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros
Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke

empty my pockets
Bumping a beat so I march with my boss shit
Went to the doctor got the script
For that juice and gin
LBC
Compton on the map again
Baby

on me stay drippin
Keep a stick like im fishing
Brand new lamb truck that im whippin

Percs guns thats my life
Been poppin opps since i was nine
My

Wish You Could

Rittz

Next to Nothing

2014

a centerfold
I get her hooked, leave her squirming on my fishing pole
I get a stack of Benjamins up in the envelope
It's time to let em know it's 770

tied
And I put a sign out along curbside
And with twelve more they will coincide
And act as your weekend yard sale guide
Because at my yard sale I'm

Can't Tell

T.I.

Barter 6

2015

see her, nigga
Fishing hoes with my hook
Pockets on swoll, no book
Glasses on, she don't know how I look
Since I'm on, how the fuck do I look?
You

Allah won't you talk with me
I'm seeking your truth, God can't you see
I'm calling on you, can you hear me? Lord won't you guide me?
Flipping through

Kitchen

Pusha T

Don't Bring Me Down

2013

the mother fuckin kitchen, nigga
Got me staring at that water like I'm fishing, nigga!
Never know about me, I pull a bass out
Drop a 250 in and pull a half

wasting no time
And this hoe she on go cause she heard that I rhyme
Not finna let a hoe play with my mind
These bullets like birds and I'm letitng them fly

on my ass
I'd rather fly in these than catch a plane
Put holes in him like a strainer
Watch his noodles drain

Limp with that roll in my pocket
I need

Dope boy dope boy dope boy I know how to use the scale right
You broke boy broke boy broke boy pockets heavy get it every night
AP two tone rose gold