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John Anthony Morehead
John Anthony Morehead
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They ain't think i do this shit Took to much to prove this shit Hop up on the track And I go crazy like I'm ludacris I hit if my shooters hit Ruler length my ruger clip 5% my window tint You won't know who hit your shit You ain't got no Grind, and Grind pays Mine pays, got me sitting sideways, my Live days, Friday's Back when we would hold our fingers sideways, try in play Looking back it felt like all 18 years was nine days Mind games with these bitches We can't love em nor save I'm just hitting just to hit It's starting to feel like horse play Got some more dirt on my sneaks Hustling in n out the week Boy my talk never cheap Stacking paper like a geek I don't miss a single beat Trigger finger on repeat Boy my lady get so mad Whenever my kids touch the sheets So my kids on her cheek All day, my hard days My first time in the clouds I could hear my heart rate Listening to you I'd probably hit a hard place I got world in my hands like it came with all state Trials and tribulations on the route to gods place I got that Hannah Montana, coke boy Scarface If they got a problem then my niggas got them choppas If they want that issue then my niggas got some options Ain't no one I'd rather be Treat me like your magesty Boy I swear it's nun to burn a nigga like a calorie Features up my salary So I charge like a battery Fuck you why you mad at me I'm the man I had to be I'm the man you had to beat You still couldn't be as fly as me These hoes tryna ride my wave But you can't say good bye to me You wasn't down to ride with me You was tryna slide wit me I keep two fingers on the gun Let's see who tryna die in peace Hold up I think these rappers see my bases fully loaded Legends looking back they see me getting closer But I ain't trippin Ima be there when I'm older And more important, more important
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