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In Motion (feat.LetshohlaJr)_Lyrics 

Verse 1 (Johnson K)
Hmk! yeah, yeah ya
Yeah, yeah ya
John, look...
We, we on perfection searching, we on the run and keep rehearsing the qualities we ain't got.
But then we keep on messing.
So know your purpose.
Be on track.
Stay focused.
You gotta keep your eyes open on the check.
Before you know man they'll be hiding on your back, a pack of opps.
Looking for the way to cut in and ruin whatever is guiding you.
And ruin whatever is guiding you. 
Learn, learn to deal with the devil.
Upgrade your level.
At some point you gotta find the peace in struggle.
The hustle is real on daily basis 
I'm a rookie
I stick upon the basics 
I'm  never goin doubt that.
I'm never goin' end this.
I'm making heart-raps.
Forever I go deep and searching it 
Look, April Meh Moh everything has got a starting point.
But for the stoners everything get started with a joint.
You gotta smoke some, pass some, roll the blunt now, light some before the sun goes up now.
Look at 4:20 I never seen someone  selfish.
Blowing trees is it something we gotta cherish?
' Cause last time I checked I rolled mine like way back, my niggaz was mad I had to quit that attitude.
I'm doing this rap, they say is there something you gotta prove.
Yo, I gotta give whatever I got.
Ain't nobody perfect still I'm just doing the best I can.
I ain't trying to be American
Look, I ain't tynna be no Englishman
I just speak for y'all to hear the 
knowledge I got.
Knowledge and wisdom, maybe your freedom.
I'm making this profound raps
knowing that you gonna need them.
niggaz are rapping cars, rapping  money now.
Look, my niggaz rapping love, they rapping knowledge.

Verse 2 (LetshohlaJr )
Man its been a long time since
I write this typpa songs i hope that i makes sense 
I swear i got them typa bars this nikkas cant stand
I got the wicked flow. I'm sick as we go cannot comprehend
These lame nikkas in this game say they not feeling me
I'm sick as they come and i killed the beat its a felony
Them typa songs that i write man it's a remedy 
Im packed full and loaded with bars im Don Kennedy
Ey, so pop a bottle and celebrate all the dead soldiers
The ones that died for the game and the ones that died for us
The ones who watching our backs lurking in street corners
we highly favoured the Ghetto save so they cant hold us
They underrated the ones that write from the heart
the ones who hold the power of the game in their hands. Its an art
the ones that make you better when you dying broken at heart
The ones when you crying they just really know where to start.
Ey, this for the streets when you sitting chillin on sunday
And thinking bout the plans of taking over the world on monday
Ey, this is for everybody whos a winner 
This is for you and for you if only you are a dreamer
This is for the single baby mamas
Raising children on they own cause this nikka cant be a father 
Keeps denying the baby and child support he doesnt bother
This is for you Super woman with some power
Junior!

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Submitted on: February 14, 2020