Lyrics:
Group no name ain't nothing to fuck with
I turn the tide like I'm Moses
I got influence you got nothing
Now come on
I'm wet I make buckets
The slumps
miss
John Wick
Try to hit me with a Left Right Hook
I bob and weave it like a champ textbook
I come back at cha with a Jab Cross Kick
They all
on black
I was fuckin' up, but now I'm back on track, that's a fact
Yeah, yeah, I seen hitters turn to rats
We went from hemis to them 'Cats
Remember
of a woman in a rage
And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage
And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page
Of a book that no one can write.
years of track
Two hundred years of glory never to turn back
The train is called America your ticket is a dream
That left the torture of freedom for
fix your life bitch this ain't iyanla
Hit a lick i snatch yo shit it's like i'm john gabanna
Block yo bitch get out the way like i'm mohammed bamba
you know we're bout to stress so hard
Back in the day
I used to hope I never crossed the line
End up crucified
These bullet will make you dolphin dive
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
flip shit (ha)
In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick
I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit
I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich
survive many climates
Calm and thoroughly, they try to Hyman Roth me
John Fitzgerald me, the industry never bought me
Fear will make you reveal who you
line like dominos
Midas touch, all the shit I do always turns to gold
One by one these bitches fall in love like dominos
Stay beside me like John
They're watchin', we're so in the air, we ain't never comin' back
Uh, I'm on my way to the top, nothin' holdin' me back
You should be here by my side
like John Wick
(John Wick)
We let bullets go, fuck the opps
Them niggas not 'bout shit
(Hol' up, 'Bout shit)
Pull up by myself, just a few niggas
I rock
On top the street we Dey hustle
On top the street okwa Anya red
Ona na na na
Never going back to the days we can’t eat
Aje I believe
On a low but we
let it slide
People you love can't be stopped when
Their supporters turn a blind eye
People we love can do bad things
But I refuse to stand by
couldn't be me
Then i met Ace & Tee
Yeah
We formed a regime, brought together by the need for the cream
I'm cookin' up schemes like Scofield
I'm cookin'
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
(Ah mate)
I'm back, like I never left, I'm here at your inconvenience
I'm back, like I never left, I'm here at your inconvenience
(So Steve,
never learn so homie just wait your turn
You fuckin' just with the villain, you'll get what you all deserve
My pen is like the revolver, ammo is all
way
(Po-po-po-po-po-po-pooopoo)
Yeah I can tell by the way I took your hand
And then asked you to dance
He went all John Wayne in front of his
the full ten baby all of the way
You will never be south central LA
Got your Air Force Ones and
Your Sean John jeans
Way too big hanging down to your knee's
do like John and let it be
Poet's poet but you know that I was po' as Edgar be
Devil wanted my soul, but the soul resurrected me, on God
Live by
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap
all exaggerated
We'd never stab you in the back, we'd never lie or cheat
We're just about the nicest guys you'd ever want to meet
Long John's speech...
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