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John A. Harvey
John A. Harvey
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Tried to clip me out the picture
Like the bigger women 
**** clicking up for years
Why would shit be different
Disappeared reappeared
Like I been to prison
Winter time coming soon
I got intuition 
All the work that I then put in
I ain't get a mention
**** know that I been goated
Watch them get to dissing
In the backseat of a maybach
I ain't get it tinted
I want all they hoes
To point out that he really visit
Third person shooters 
Coming out to get a ticket
PTSD in me blacking out
He really hitting
The last one 
Who up'ed a blam out on me
Really drifting...
Heard the candlelight
And funeral was hitting different...
Used to be on buses
Now I wait for hangers
If I never did discuss it with you
Take a fanger 
I got four left
Only come out
When I wave a hater
I brought macking in my city
Call me playa playa
Ain't no lacking when you with me
I got eight retainer's
Beating bodies kinda normal
Gotta stay with bangers
**** acting like I wasn't spazzing 
Over samples
Opportunities stay coming back
They on the mantel
Told you back then
I would come back
They ain't hold the channel
Count me out 
The underdog in me 
Still wanna battle
Call me country riding horses
I don't own no cattle
Holding big shit like I'm Tony
Help me throw a saddle
I saw mama every christmas 
Never known of Santa
Father copped him a new benzo
I still know the paddles
I'm a boss
I don't know who **** going at
Shooting first 
So they never ever throw em back
Had cash in my hands 
And I lost it all
For I beg another man for help
I'll rather crawl
That's all...
That's ALL...
Written by: John A. Harvey
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