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I just bought this beat called 333
I once thought I'd be dead in these sheets
One day I just stopped thinking completely
About being caught by police

the cops -
Any block, no limits
The mall has a movie theater
Finish this batch in a minute
Then we go into the cinema
John Wick gon' hit 'em up
Don't pity us

didn't survive
Ja'Quan quantum leaped to afterlife
10 years after our Mother died
Be careful with that urn my Uncle's inside
They sit side by side where I

ankle-breaking like I’m Kyrie swoosh ชะชิ้งงง
เฮกันทั้งสนาม

Bitch Please I'm on my way for the trophies
all I hit is treys เข้ามาดูดิ
I don't miss like I'm john

the one I vent to 
Damn, 
If I spill my heart, I'm better by end of session 
Not your ordinary people like your John legend 
If you have my back why it

myself to the point where I'm losing on part of my stash
Too much going on
People ain't seen a thing like John
By the time they do the problems been gone

slow
But the night moves way too fast
My vision is getting blurry
Time keeps going by
Feeling like the X-Men how these days of future past
I just want

When I wake up in the evening
Brush my teeth with cocaine
Atlanta living give you tunnel vision
Swerving lane to lane
Like John Boyega move off screen

get cardiac arrested
Handcuffs on yo wrist I got you hanging out the bed (Hey)
Told her she a 10
She let that shit go to her head (Hey)
Why tf you out

day don't get any better I'm bout to go off on everybody like John Rocker
But trust me it'll get better
My optimism is on another level and I'll never

got the vision
No doubt if you want proof that he's risen
Pree PD or me I'm a Christian
So the sin disappeared Houdini
John Cena flex in the world you

I'm in a temp frigid
Attempt to ascend the vision
Can't lose what you earn only lost on what been given
Masseuse all these burns
Cut the loss

immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid

Ayy, the pistol on me, but my vision cloudy
Keep them Glicks around me
He don't know shit about me
Oh, you a rich nigga? Let it hit
Rip through