[Intro: Doctur Dot]
Yuh
This like the third, fourth take
It's ugly
[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Good morning motherfuckers
Greetings from that city where they breed everything
From kings and yeah them heaters
And yeah, them young niggas
Twenty-one dumb niggas
Ain't no jobs laying around so they grab guns nigga
Mom tripping 'cause she say I'm getting thinner
Still trying to figure out a way to climb myself up out this winter
Procrastinating late night, beginners tryna hit me up
For a track 'cause they know I'm taking off in minutes
Falcons keep watching as we trekking through Virginia
And people looking at me strange 'cause they know I'm finna
Change my existence, so I step with a smirk
Better yet, the perc, keep it in my system
Shoutout to them queens who can feed me what I'm missing
Taking 'bout mental, in the kitchen
And that thing in the middle
Spent a thousand nights under the stars
Just to get closer to God
And now I'm close as fuck to the top so they guard like
Hard knock life, get in the way of little bright dogs
Get futures, and boy you ain't a star
'Till people try to shoot you, don't you know that?
Hold that, moments need a Kodak
Pro-black, rhymes reach the people
Like some early morning yolas
And they echo through the city like the mufflers and the motors
Hold up, you know I brings the good wood like gophers
And everybody mama love a nigga when he show up
Yuh
This like the third, fourth take
It's ugly
[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Good morning motherfuckers
Greetings from that city where they breed everything
From kings and yeah them heaters
And yeah, them young niggas
Twenty-one dumb niggas
Ain't no jobs laying around so they grab guns nigga
Mom tripping 'cause she say I'm getting thinner
Still trying to figure out a way to climb myself up out this winter
Procrastinating late night, beginners tryna hit me up
For a track 'cause they know I'm taking off in minutes
Falcons keep watching as we trekking through Virginia
And people looking at me strange 'cause they know I'm finna
Change my existence, so I step with a smirk
Better yet, the perc, keep it in my system
Shoutout to them queens who can feed me what I'm missing
Taking 'bout mental, in the kitchen
And that thing in the middle
Spent a thousand nights under the stars
Just to get closer to God
And now I'm close as fuck to the top so they guard like
Hard knock life, get in the way of little bright dogs
Get futures, and boy you ain't a star
'Till people try to shoot you, don't you know that?
Hold that, moments need a Kodak
Pro-black, rhymes reach the people
Like some early morning yolas
And they echo through the city like the mufflers and the motors
Hold up, you know I brings the good wood like gophers
And everybody mama love a nigga when he show up
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