Lyrics:
rare in the middle
Lighting up the fire on the song since a kiddo
Had them going cuckoo every second on commando
God damn I'm surrounded by Amirs show
this shit into a Light Show
When I think Of Bitches
Thats Stuck in a system
I think of Why I Call em bitches
That's nothing forgiven
Forced To Grow up
youngn
I’m just getting to a bag, youngn
Shouldn’t be hating on me
John from the p’s
Roll up a bleeze
Every young nigga got trees
Even the mommas
brotha
Don't judge me 'cause of this baby...Let me know!
[Forte' 1st Verse]
El Capitan first name John
Swift on
You foes only do shows with new
Wrapped up in my screens
My hopes and desires
Feed them all my dreams
Sung by virtual choirs
Warmed by cute machines
The link in between
Warmed by
Yeah we Passing you by
Look at the drip on me
When I walk down these streets
Suited all black With heat
Call me Keanu reeves
John wick I’m Lethal
We not
pumped up
you ain't anotha bitch I ain't goin' lie, put ya guns up,
show 'em who really runnin' the streets with the calicos
[Monoxide Child]
We
They'll crawl up like snakes and show fangs of venom
Now I've been soldier for years
Representin' the tattooed tears
Other brothas locked up with no choice
the dishes
But I'm different, I still put 'em on just to show 'em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
Yea yea uh
Yea yea
Yea yea
Sorry
I put the blunt up to the sky and let the vibes show
I just wanna know why Im alive for
I just meditate
To let
it to me
(Let's go) pull up with cutta's we
Spray at your brothers (Facts, facts)
Two Dracos that's a hunnid (Rrah)
Show me how you dub 'em
I don't
tell john john dem sey you a star
Everyday yuh get up you a preach beer war
No dem find them pon a cart dem problem are
[Verse 2:]
Sey dem a bad man
Constante como gotas de agua perforando rocas
Fugitivo John Lurie en down by law
Chicos Ralphie down by Lo interconectándolo
Mis lineas subterráneas metro
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up
Miss KeKe P, lookin' extra glossy
Got a pep your style, lookin' extra flossy
I'm bossy, but I keeps it cute
With my
ready to go
This 4,5 ain't for show
Yu acting like u know
But fact is you don't really know
We shooting shit up freethrow
get drop like u saw ur p
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
I'm the one when the dust settles
They gon' see I'm the one
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P
That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?"
Aye, Aye
I said tell me what's really going on
Philly back up in this bitch I'm ready
I'm in my bag
Sound like I turned and hit them bitches fast
I
Aye, Aye, I said tell mee
(k) what's really goin' on
Philly back up in this bitch I'm ready
I'm in my bag
Sound like I turned and hit dem bitches
next up to bat
"Redman is on the mic and I'ma"
"Dope motherfucker, yeah, you best ask somebody"
"Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop"
Fuck the talk I
on da news they gon show in da morning
Been up all day it's like 4 in da morning
Got a few plays I could score in da morning
Left weed on my tray I'm gon
heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, scope the spot, confirm beef, if it's not
Bally up, after
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do
Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That
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