Lyrics:
worth
Well if the chips fall down, I'll just have to handle it
Yeah so I'm stepping with the work, but now I
5,000 baby
My name is John Doe and I
was there for years
Before I grew a little bigger and I gave em both a scare
Now I'm addicted to payin' people back
Sittin' underneath the sewer caps
astray
But there's just one little prayer that I got to say
Lord, I got to make it
I got to make it to show all my people it's not what it seems
People be
about to bring that real soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
let's go
From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
My
sleeping at John's
Waking up in aisles of 7-Eleven Slurpee shops
Immersing myself in flavors of blue raspberries and black cherries
That grew in poisonous
a scare crow
Yeah my username is skate pro
Work at Papa John's flipping the dough yeah
Stay mad homie
You so sad homie
Be glad homie
Well too bad homie
Why
claim to the land before more British came along
The people they all know me by the name Pierre Moreau
I am a coureurs-de-bois and that is why I chose
The catacombs contain the remains of over 53,000 people, including the poet John Keats and the scientist Michael Faraday. Visitors can take a guided tour
yourself before I end your little career
This beat will hit you hard I'm just telling the truth
Try to catch it like a bullet but you can't it's John Booth
myself on a full moon night
He was a werewolf, he tried to hide
Seems like he was a little bit shy
I knew it wasn't easy, but hoped and tried
To find him,
some people who die by the gun
I'm still here for my family I'm here for my baby
I'm here for a reason I'm feeling it lately
I'm feeling the heat I've
maybe it won't
But then I get blinded by pride and I'm picking a fight again what do you know?
And they say that all big dreams start with the little
a bitch
But you don't even feed the people
That be hyping your shit
They only fly as high as you want
A kite in the wind
Another fishy friend biting ya fins
Where are all the stupid people from?
And how did they get to be so dumb,
Bred on purple mountain range,
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser
you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
Mass hysteria,
you get strep
Get necked, by the people with a lack of the respect
Intelligent verse, Inspecta Deck
And be rid of all the nonsense
I put all these
all the legends have died
Helps ease the pain smoke a blunt its just going by
All my emotions are gone, don’t even bother to cry
Music is a little place
signed by wrestler Keith Lee
That got me dinner on the beach in Hawaii
I run my businesses under fake names
You may work hard for your items but they're
became a gin and tonic
Mine became a beer
And we grew up a little more last year
Today at work they passed me by
And promoted John instead
I came
think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be
the greatest of commandments given to us by our Father
So we got to get to work or else don't bother
Trying to clear a moat if Yahshuas orders you done forgot
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Yeah alright, but we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Yeah alright, but we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
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