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John Micahel Rosario
John Micahel Rosario
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Waterss
Waterss
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I got all the thots in my section you can't come with us I was on the block you gotta show rap sheet to come with us You don't know about bodies dropping cause you ain't one of us We heard you told on your gang you can't come with us We heard your own gang look at you as opposition But the crazy part you and your gang is some bitches Last nigga play with us yeah we him turned Christian We send niggas up to God like we some magicians I'm from a place where you get use to seeing bodies drop You got be cold heart I swear them bullets never stop I'm always toting my pole cause I can't go out like pac I'm going out like tony before I go I let off shots Yeah I'm gon let em bullets rip before I go These niggas capping in they music on my soul Industry plants niggas talking like they have control All these new niggas and I swear they all unknown And yeah I'm stacking pesos need two bands for a show Before this rap shit I had dimes for the low Momma praying I don't die like momma I'm on go Ima known robber but that drip from me you stole, oh Phone don't fit in my pocket cause they ain't bigger large Now we pushing push to start Apple watches, Audmars Double r take you to Mars Young nigga I got heart In my lane I play my part I just wanna make it far I just wanna be a legend 3rd block what I'm reppin Keep a stick who you checking? Chrome hearted I learn my lesson Making money is my essence Fuck love and attention Niggas doing shit for attention Don't troll me I keep a weapon I got all the thots in my section you can't come with us I was on the block you gotta show rap sheet to come with us You don't know about bodies dropping cause you ain't one of us We heard you told on your gang you can't come with us Air Force 1 to do a drill told my homie stay solid All my opps ocky but I keep a pole so who brolic? Real street nigga in the hood I gained all my knowledge Told my mom 'm rapping I ain't never going college I ain't never going back those rainy days We was in the struggle praying for better days I don't believe in love because it ain't real it's fake Off the za I be tweaking I ain't going back to haze If you say you in the streets ain't no warning Tote your pole Know some niggas who was begging to be left alone Know somebody who act tough but a bitch behind phones Hollows hit his body tear up his chromosome Hendi told me Ima song away from blowing up The opps know better then to diss don't turn me up Tried of hearing niggas capping I wanna test they bluff And yeah I'm fat but if you know, you know I give it up I got all the thots in my section you can't come with us I was on the block you gotta show rap sheet to come with us You don't know about bodies dropping cause you ain't one of us We heard you told on your gang you can't come with us
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