John Henry Shoota93 (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Intro: Shoota93]
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Vinny Idol, n****

[Verse 1: Shoota93]
Uh, there were rules we learned back when there’s strollers
Simple shit, even if nobody had told us
You figured it, no rattin’, that’s just the tip of it
Even if your learnin’ was limited, you’d remember it
But I had childhood friends break my heart
Men I thought was stand-up, took seat like Rosa Parks
Spoke with narcs, brought to light
Things happened in dark
I’ll never speak to them suckas again- word to my kin
They say I’m too real for my own good
And that won’t do me no good, fuck it
Bury me with my gun when it’s my time to slide, thuggin’, uh
My foundation solid, your’s still under construction
My man got like 190 months in
140 more to go, to see parole
Said he never had one regret
Keepin’ his tongue in check
Yeah Gz, that’s love, respect

[Speaking Interlude]
Yeah, we kings, you what I’m sayin’?
We kings, man. W-we, we descended from kings. You know what I mean?
So don’t hold me [?] your legacy. Ya feel me?
We still doin’ this shit. We still standin’ tall, man. [?] or nothin’ gon be able to stop us
We gon’ surmount any adversity, man
And we gon’ stand tall with fortitude and mothafuckin’ perseverance, ya feel me?
Yes sir
Ya know what I mean? So, it is what it is, man
Ya know, it’s real comrades, real shit, man
Fuck what a n**** heard