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give the world all my good energy
Get shot down point blank by my the closest 
Ya that sound  like Nipsey
But ima always be on my hustle 
Never gave

knockin' on the rocks off, got it in my long johns
Kush got blonde hair, no thongs (wow)
Oh, look, there's your man, we can slide on him (got 'em)
With him

designer
This shit by design
If I say I'm doing Gucci
Then I'm probably fine
We ain't swimming in money
But I'll take a dive
Hopping out the louie slides

Nawl we gone run that bitch like this
Freesnoop, FreeCharles, Free Josh
LongliveLg, LongLiveChop, LongLiveJohn, LongLive392Mal, LongLiveTrapbaby
It's

You can try to stop me i will end ya
Shit my killer instincts like cinder
Im a bad boy you better make it
Make it out fifty
Chopper city by position i

prove they dominance 
Imma keep grinding run it profiting
Pass the move to bro John Stockton
Why you jazzed up you can't stop this
Had to boss up took

the wall like John wall
Do my dance I'm super lit
If he run up on me ima buss his lip
They took his chain, took all shit went thru his wallet and fucked his

D. Eisenhower, and John F. Kennedy
To smoother societal flames

This turmoil, alongside the overlapping threat of the Cold War
Combines into a stew

heard some folks done slipped away these streets is greasy
Killed by opps or the cops or taken to the precinct
That get me hot, man on fire, man I feel

you spit but don't cap
I made another dollar just by writing this verse
I know you playing the blame game, I'm bringing my name fame, you lame
'Cause

the Sagittarius A, prrr!

Little by little
I'm building my building 
I'm building my skill list, I'm building my feelings
I'm building my kill list
I'm billing

To ziomal Wczoraj zatańczyłeś jak John Trevolta
Wracasz najebany jak z Mortal Kombat
Modlisz się by ktoś powiedział
„Chodź na jointa" bo na bani ci nie siadła

the sickest nigga bout to land in Wuhan
Her name Su Han but she go by Susan
She keep stealing my shit I threw the deuce man
Got a dancer in Atlanta named

he gettin' plenty hos
Ridin' fled, by my grip
GMM, that's my clique
Fresh fit, new kicks
I'm the shit, might see me wit
Yo bitch, on the strip
Super

and I'm breathing
Before now though, I was dead in sin
Now it's faith in Christ, quickened by the Holy Spirit
He gave me new life, John Kee
Rivers

Yeah, I'm about to go crazy
For the Lord of course, yeah
Praise God man (Is Sun Of John)

Why do people be dissing me man
I don't got no time be

thing that Abel wanted to be killed by Caim

[Verse 2: Anónimo MC]
Yow...
Contamos muitos anos de carreira nesta estrada
Longa caminhada muita façanha

Arsenal
Just sped run the obstacle (Robux $ign)

Got legendary pets
Not John Doe, don't use hacks
Not gon' lose, not KreekCraft
Too much kills, leaderstats

from the bottom Buchanan
I’m, Dinero Tha Poet
Dinero Tha Menace
Dinero John Madden
In my zone like madden
Life hard, I’m damaged
Creeping thru’ the night

to ride?
We can slide
All through the night
Doors suicide
Moon light, set the mood right
You my boo, right?
Are you, down to ride?
You stay, by my side?
We

even in the industry, y'all boys ain't hearing me
Ain't talking sports, but when I walk out, these people cheering me
John Cena, y'all can't see me; like

back
My brother
Nah I ain't gone say his name
My brother John fronted me a P he said move that
He can get it gone in a day how he do that
He said he

see me
John Jackson in action on ya TV
In the bay on the way to Marin county court house
To negotiate a deal, we gonna get George out
Walk in

you suck it, then go ahead and call your Lyft
St. John's, but you still cant touch six
That's the same bitch that was cryin' about the dick
Don't blame