Close the Drapes (feat. Stevie Stone)

Man back up what the fuck you want

I might just snap you dont know me dog

I can turn it up quicker than i can turn it off

Go ahead and test all my grades i bombed

I got an Angel with a halo walking with a bank roll

Give her the tingle i got her mingled in an angle

Give her the peace or the piece that could make it fatal

You ndont want to see salt no condiments at the table

Streams World wide haters looking like a sad bunch

All munch sack of lunch wrap em shut Pack em up

Wtf idk I gotta hunch I'm gunning for my dreams until my eyes closed shut

What the fuck you gonna tell a grown ass man

Im paying all my bills with a grown ass plan

Diversify the income why the fuck you mad

Get up off your lazy ass and go hustle for the bag

Shout to the to real ones who seen 100k

Runnin up the bill son it quickly gave its way

But im bouncing back and im making my own name

KISS FM you can hear my on the waves Im radio played

And I'm really bout getting the cash

The time will be tickin so fast

Im creating a lane they can't pass

My rhyming is tamed and in tact

Their trying to find the way he tried to lend a hand

And now thats passed and I dont really give a damn its EMG CFAM

I CLOSE THE DRAPES CLOSE THE DRAPES DRAPES DRAPES

* this is all i can understand*

I said back up back up

Motha fucker makin me mental i got the metal

What you thinking im talking rock music bitch i got the mosh in the pit i got the mob and with the hits i got your mom and her tits

Im John with a big dick

What the fuck she gonna say standing tall at 5'11 that I got a mother fucking little stick

Nah, I had her singing on that drip drip drop

Rick James with the titties lick this knob

Wtf you gonna do huh

Try to say Im crazy & Im runnin with the cops?

Wanna see my fuckin record Man Ill pull it all

I swear to God im not the one to push against a motherfucking wall

Im a ticking time bomb got the white smog five long got your face lookin like its pressed by a nylon

What your sign John, Ima Gemini double mind letting everybody roll up get your high on

Strike On

bygones are bygones

Say goodbye gone

Good guy John is Gone

Im on the autobahn

Dippin out we out now

105 we south bound

321 a countdown

Im talkin bars we've cashed out

$4000 maxed out

Show wasnt even packed out

Where the fuck the bag now

Jonni got a plan i got some fans and i pray to God I'll never let my fam down