Lyrics:
a playground legend
Ugh, that nigga Freddie Gibbs
Doin' boys ugly illest in the cheese
Other rappers can't touch me
You thinkin' otherwise
Go against some other
John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is
leaving blueberry muffins in her wake.
And one chore that John left her is pure joy,
Oh boy…. Blue… berries!
And they pick ‘em on Monday, sort ‘em
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your grave site nigga
15th Ave, miracle nigga
Get these comforters fried, come and get a few nigga
John Doe nigga, you
Sent by freedom's sons and daughters.
We're singing
Ooo Hoooooooo
We're singing Wild Blue.
We're singing
Ooo Hoooooooo
Ooo Hooooooooo
my face with Chris Rock blues!
The world is run by aliens!
They're coming for your wife!
They're going to take your children!
And they're going
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
Emi na fe di legend bi David Adeleke
Mo ti gbadura solorun so that oma gbemileke
No weapon fashioned against me brother see shall prosper
I dey pray
I had to clock in
Get up and Get it no Options
Global warming, Ocean's poppin
Big Big Blues, No watchmen
And they watchin it's a Movie
Stay Grounded,
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
house
To them niggaz down by the store
When niggaz say they like me
That's the same motherfuckers in the game that tried to shice me
Mama say boy you have
Working harder in the offseason than the Cleveland Browns
Here we go again with album number three
Not yet retiring like sensei John Kreese
So Croweman
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
reunions, I want to proudly pronounce my bloodline traces back to John J. Thomas, who was born on November 5, 1876, and Lula F. Edwards Thomas, who was born
non stopping in the studio hip hopping
And like a drive by got everybody ducking
West coast in the house so it's on and cracking
You're alone in the race against time
Looking out and see the dark blue sky
And the clock beat in your mind
Hey John, can you see the moon?
From
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
hit em with the cash app
Pops out the shotty turn a city to a hashtag
Young John Gotti in a mother fucking snap back
Switching to the feed before they
to change a thing
Album two is coming
I'm not even 17
People don't flex when I pull-up
Cause you know I got means
Tried to hit a lick
So imma hit em with
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your grave site nigga
15th Ave, miracle nigga
Get these comforters fried, come and get a few nigga
John Doe nigga, you
at the mall, shoot hoops too
Whole crew rockin' suit's made by Bruce Bruce
And my wood wheel is a blue spruce
(It's a blue spruce)
Damn, okay, RiFF, feel me?
know it's reachable spark a blunt
And sit back and just think
What Meech would do
Bad yellow bitch, I call her Pikachu
I'm not John Legend, but a legend
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
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