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JoHn Muir

(albüm: Blank Face LP - 2016)


Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
Never had a mothafucking weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafucking heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fucking screen off
I could put your fucking life on the recall, uh, yeah
Looking for the bitches with the ass
Got an ice chain cause a nigga getting cash
Three different pagers blowing up because I'm cracking
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string
Riding in my mothafucking Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafucking locs, steel
Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy

Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go

Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafucking weed off
Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true
Cops effing at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here selling dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fucking hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditching class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Running from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah

Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go

Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
B-B-Belling, belling, belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
B-Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
Belling, belling through tHe mothafucking, belling street, y'all
B-Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
Belling, belling, belling
B-Belling through the mothafucking street, y'all
Mothafucking street, street, street, y'all

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