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homies they Hermanos
You ain't getting what I said
You can take the high road
If you think you the better man
We gon' have to rob ya
You won't feel a damn

don't say nothing unless I mean it
Greatness is what I'm reaching
The goal is to own no leases
Been told you this going be my season
Doughboy hit me

yah? I don't see you
Disappear like John cena kapoya
Hit it with the kung foo
Bitch you want to eat that dick? and suck it all food?
Soul food
Soul track

real
Long live John Wick, crodie gave out hell
T-Dub got that gun sittin' by the belt
How we came up, all we knew is drill

How I came up, drill
When I

a have to get new name
Sick of making points it's like Jordan in the flu game
You don't want the yellow brick road? Need a new brain
John Q you gone need

(p) © 2023 John Piette
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THE BEST IS YET TO COME

When I was young, I saw them on tv
The music they played hit home to me
I knew

block
We hit them with so many bullets
Man he starts to milly rock
We don't fuck with any opps
If you do, you better stop
My homie John just copped

that I keep by the lake

We might talk funny 

We might talk a little slow

We got one red light on a red dirt road 

There's only two ways out of this

traffic
Got hit by semi
She lived her name is Kim West
OK ya feel me?
There's too much death upon our bikers
The street got enough pain
They don't bleed

Walking down this road I was
Tryna get my steps right
Overthinkin' everything really made
My chest tight
The Spirit came and hit me like
A deer in

Complimentary friends with insecure ways
Hitting red lights on the road though
Next I'm being flashed by the five o
Homie just admiring the lago
When I was kid

feel 


I want to be a rapper and a actor
Shoot an episode, hit the road and tour after
Leave a set, do a set,
That is what i got a knack for
Take

Talkin' like you feel me when you really don't
Told me I can't do it by myself but I still give 'em hope
In my inner world, on outer banks they call

shirt
OG style, baby doo-doo braids
I'm plottin on these sissy suckas
They run they grip constantly
My road dawg Lil John strapped with "M"
For one, we

Come on
Wassup Fakez
My grandfather just passed nigga my heart hurt
Ima superstar getting interviewed by Doris Burke
Niggas tryna rush to the chip

this chess game
Knowledge is pain but I'll take that hit to chest man
People gone insane, is it Lysol in the veins
Stupid is as stupid does, I wonder

I'm ballin'
So just hit me in the morning
Catch me on the rebound
Cause you were out of line, the stars were not aligned no
I should've kept it

pack your bags, you hit the road
And I’m still here
I still love you though, I want to give you roses while you still here...
While you are still here
I

the shades off
Drop the roof on the jeep
No doors
When I take off
And I been flyin delta
John Wick playin when I take off
Got on the plane with the cookies

For this smithen

I was raised by real OG's
Yo OG was IG
Im not them
And they not me
Ok

Control c
Yeah they copy
They don't want no static
Nah
Im Like

Tell a nigger don't move I'll shoot I ain't daily wid it 
Mash work bate on road catch a plane back home den hit the beach and be happy wid it 
Bad from

a while
She takes a step away from the light
In the past remain the best days of their lives
Time once again for John to hit the road
As the night grows old

Sometimes we hit a bump in the road but if we stick
Together then I know that we can get control of it
See we been going through some things and it's getting

Wealthy by my mind frame, I got infinite dough
Show you how it goes when a real man's in control
Sunset, you in that sundress, I'm like oh damn
Hit