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John Cena
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Hip-Hop/Rap
John Cena was released on April 20, 2021 by John Nonny Music as a part of the album John Cena - Single
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Release DateApril 20, 2021
LabelJohn Nonny Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Kvaska
Jesse Kvaska
Songwriter
Mac Barett
Mac Barett
Songwriter

Lyrics

Mhm (Mhm, mhm)
What up, Eazy? Ya! (Ya)
Untill this day people still can't see me
Y'all can't hear, can't see me, John Cena
Mac got the Tesla, I got the Beamer
I do a line, he poppin a beaner
Neck full of water, drip like Katrina
Electric car, still gas in the whip, ay
But it ain't gas in the tank, its gas in the zip, ay
Brand new Benz, matte black with the tint, ay
We get paper, no wrappin' a gift, yeah
Hold up a minute, I'll be back in a jiff (Hold up a minute, I'll be back in a jiff)
12 outside, so I'm stashing the zip (12 outside, so I'm stashing the zip)
Post Covid, don't pass me the spliff (Post Covid, don't pass me the spliff)
Already too high, nearly crashing the whip (Already too high, nearly crashing the whip)
'Cause I have to be
A businessman, we don't rap for free
Filet Mignon, this ain't Applebee's
Eazy getting cheddar, thats Mac and Cheese (get it)
Bone smack the teeth
Shorty half Black, half Japanese
Two Blasians, they blackened knees
Ass bounce like its on a trampoline
The fact is I'm
So high that I'm goin' back in time
Tequila shot with a splash of lime
At the same time with a glass of wine
I'm just a bastard guy
Hand you my watch, that's a bastard time
You don't want beef, thats assanine
Don't fuck with Eazy Mac, Thats my slime
Y'all can't hear, can't see me, John Cena
Mac got the Tesla, I got the Beamer
I do a line, he poppin a beaner
Neck full of water, drip like Katrina
Electric car, still gas in the whip, ay
But it ain't gas in the tank, its gas in the zip, ay
Brand new Benz, matte black with the tint, ay
We get paper, no wrappin' a gift (we get paper, no wrappin' a gift)
Yeah
Yeah!
Why they keep testing my patience, rappers with less innovations
No I'm the best in the game
They'll never confess to my face, so I'll leave em all stretched on the pavement
Leave 'em in Mexican basements, clean up the mess with a apron
This is not just entertainment
Breaking your hands, now no more pressing the play shit (Now no more pressing the play shit)
I'm cooking, I'm baking, I'm taking the rest of the cake mix to make it, to make it, to make it
To hear you keep bitching "I'm famous"
You living off minimum wages while I just invest in a spaceship
And I just had sex in the Matrix and now I'm so blessed its amazing
And now you keep hating: "You sound like", "You sound like", "You sound like", "You sound like"
"You sound like a record its crazy"
Drive my Tesla like it's stolen
Buy a necklace if its frozen
Keep you stressin' in the moment (Yeah)
You're invested in emotions (Bitch)
Bottle em up (Up, up)
Throw that message in the ocean
Now you wanna ruin my life? (Nah)
You can't wreck it if its broken (Nah)
Do your best, but heres a omen (Yeah)
Here's a weapon, leave me smokin (Yeah)
If I see you, you are dozin (Yeah)
You are dead, you are floating (Yeah)
Made your bed that you will go in (Yeah)
Split your head like it was Moses
Put the cocaine where my nose is
Put the cocaine where my nose is
Y'all can't hear, can't see me, John Cena (Mhm, can't see me)
Mac got the Tesla, I got the Beamer (Skrt)
I do a line, he poppin a beaner
Neck full of water, drip like Katrina, yeah
Electric car, still gas in the whip (Electric car, still gas in the whip)
But it ain't gas in the tank, its gas in the zip (Ain't gas in the tank, its gas in the zip)
Brand new Benz, matte black with the tint (Brand new Benz, matte black with the tint)
We get paper, no wrappin' a gift (We get paper, no wrappin' a gift)
Yeah
Written by: Jesse Kvaska, Mac Barett
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