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We next
Jus like auditions
But he way more gifted
No holiday
Jolly day
Guvna
Any mother's wanna listener jus wanna say we love ya
Our business; nun

our goals and dreams and
I really know, both goals and dreams are getting by us
Never stop this feelingly fight, not pray for love, I'm sorry, I'm not

If my the og walt did it
I am never going to hesitate it
3-D straw bitch I stay lit
3-D straw riding shot gun wife bitch 
We talking over bit by bit

a heist believe me (yah)
You be gone doe for doing wrong doe, little mark ass trick be a John Doe
No Mourning no Alonzo, Put the call in get em pronto
Call

was living like this They ain know I was living like this After this they gone bump me up In The rap game
And Ian talking blisters
Ian fazed by nothin

demons tryna get me out my zone 
So call on any angels to bring halos when I feel I alone 

Bombing hits Shout out Pujols till they walk me by 
Hit curves

with feds
Profiling niggas by spotting our dreads
Not taking shit back, on my momma cause I said what I said
Like my name is John Cena, bout to slam her

the pound (i got it by the pound)
My bitch be punching for the belt, like she Ronda Rousey (like she ronda rou, what, what)
Nigga was talking shit, then

can’t see me in it
Darker than the black ice that’s how I keep me hidden 
Gold rims and flashing lights tell the cops  I was passing by 
The world

love my fans
But do not fuck with Iran
You talking all this trash
but I can't see you so far behind me
Humble beast imma eat yo ass
Fuck on outta here

Two jammy fam got eatin' habits
Scarfed down bacon cheddar burgers made by my stepdaddy
Not gon' lie cheeseburger flavor
Bruh that shit was slappin'

said I would fail. 
But my dreams never got clouded by the negativity or the people’s words. 
Dreams were in the sky way above the clouds & the birds.

entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well

Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did

I, I got two Glocks and they both nines
Do they love me or love me not? I'm gettin' mixed signs

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Look
I

the most
I love to make you smile, I like to tell you jokes
I love when you are by my side, cause you're always down to ride
Any time you hit my line I'mma

she never done this, okay hoe, yeah

I had a crazy bitch tell me she love me 
I left that bitch dead after fucking her tummy 
She sucking me off just

not by power, it's not by might, it's God's Spirit that gave me light
It's God's Spirit that gave me life, it's God's Spirit that gave me
To tell you

life if you talk wrong to my bros now
Niggas in they feelings know my killer John Doe now
Marriot Suites with DaKidd we be on go now
I thought love was

of this world, Space Jam, Looney Tunes
Tell these niggas to stop talking, I stepped in the room
I'm pushing 100, my car go vroom
Love is a drug, but I

then last one
Talking about you want one but you already had one you ungrateful
Bad company corrupts good morals you
Live in a box cause you stand in

everything else is like fish in a pond
Swimming Aimlessly with no exit to find I often worried about people's lines
Talking about me but they got planks in

on his block my niggas stalking
We resort to pistol play niggas ain't with the talking
JohnWiic and Southside Tay put the beat in the coffin
And you know

I smoke with my niggas all the time too. You know, ReignCloud, we smoke like fuck
Never was the nigga let another man John Deere, run over my

and the community
Niggas talking shit online
Fuck is you gon do to me
Smart enough to stay up out the mix and tomfoolery
But hard enough to be a walking john wick