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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
didn't care don't you think by now
We'd all be gone
We're right here I'm right here
just put down your guard
We're all worried about you
Don't push us out
safe if you touch one of my brothers
But we all in this together
So who really got the one up
If I'm in the shit you gona stare at it
Put it in your face
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
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
pastor said
I probably know more than what's in your pastor's head
But you listen to this and tell me that is it's sacrilege
Pay your tithes pay your
sef know say I don try
Like play play I go craze
I dey pray Make you come save me
By your grace I'm gon make it
I got faith I'm gon make it
Got my A'
sickness, I live that
I’m about that life, I live that
Love your neighbour, I live that
Grace and favour, I live that
Preach the Saviour, I live that
I’m
Take control, grab the bull by the horns
Tick all the boxes, go above and beyond
Know your roots and stay in your lane
Fortune favours the bold, with
and bless the gift, that's all I set it with
Vex:
Walking down blank corridors
Weapons stored in the arsenal of the memory bank
My tongue is
On the mosty cruel
Henry Hall and David Lloyd betty Grable too
Hello, this is John, speaking with his voice
(Huh) We're all very happy to be able
To talk to you
I poured my heart out in a midnight text
I said some things I shouldn't have said
I'll delete it all when I'm sober in the morning
I said I don't
the keys
A top boy on gbana
Who's topping the charts
Who's breaking the records
Y'all playing your parts
So why you con dey jealous
Yo, I was in
Here you come creeping
Up on my private page
Get all your people
To mimic what you say
Cos it's just a game of pride Your ego is getting bruised But
Chrislam (Chea!)
That's not a thing so I place this John
In your chicks palm
Give her something beautiful to kiss on
'Till I spit one to her lip balm
from
In a zone, sitting all alone is the son
A look of hope from the code that he talks about
I could tell that he knows that he's found his way out
We
of hell
And there's room for the forsaken, if you're there on time
You'll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes
If you're down there by
of hell
And there's room for the forsaken, if you're there on time
You'll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes
If you're down there by
God never fails, divine favour, for real
Just in the studio with the gang, I've been killing the beat
Dropping banga, they be feeling the heat
don't submit it for publication
So I have to grab your ear for awhile
Take your time from you
Make you focus on me
What is up with our culture
All the tik
your eyes
Feeling all lit up inside like the torches on Saint John's Eve
And I wanted to be wealth to you 'cause
You're above, you're above, you're
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high nigga
You need git
and be glad
Jesus sees Mary standing by John and whispers
Mother, he is now your son
And to John, he says
She is your mother now
John places his arm
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