Condos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John Does Fiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as day It's hard to reach, to smell God anyway Money, think backdrop payin' gray
their silk suits to lay down their bets I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell
(with Elton John) [instrumental for the first 0:19 of this song] {*thunderstorm with rain fall in the background*} {*piano plays softly leading up to
me? I'm a rhyme artist out here tryin' to grind my hardest up early so to milk the cow keep my john deere out here plowin' the fields to keep my john
Ah, shut up in your face no need to continue I've been there, done that Received it, won that Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun frozed Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John
[John Cena] Yeah we doin things now man It's just another day in the life y'know Always tryin to do some big bid'ness Sometimes when we havin fun Some
[feat. Rance Allen, Marvin Winans, John P. Kee & Isaac Carree] Gather 'round and let me tell you 'bout Jesus See this world, they don't know nothing '
guys with gems Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave
stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury I got the same hands
is crashing now Help me get her on the couch 'fore she passes out [Kon Artist & Kuniva] Fuck that, someone help Denaun Who's upstairs wrestling with Elton John
fly guys with gems Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga
, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call it rich ignorant laughter Black American Express card all gray
won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop 'Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean John
get mine then after that I'm completely done with rap, you cats can have it back Heaven hammering sport thoughts for the winter Summer thoughts for the winter These long john
' young, you gray as hell You off the hook cause punk you ain't pay your bills Redman, a truth nigga, put my name on it Gilla House, die harder than John
this song So you know who you are, you know you were wrong No, I was not in that porn 'On Golden Blonde' Got it going on, more James Bond than Sean John
fly guys with gems Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way
