J95 - It's Johnny's Time
Yeah
95 on the building yeah
Listen to this song bros
Johnny on the beat
Nigga never had a set of these
They might find your body somewhere overseas
You got a little, problem, here's a solution
I be the one to cause the confusion
Cause I was raised up to show no fear
I can't stay here in this horrible atmosphere
Beat with a bullwhip and then catch a full clip
I know you didn't think I'm doin a flip
She was creeping through the club, I spot ya miss
Bloods them never dreamed shit could feel so criss
Moms smoke and you know the house look like trash
Shoulda been thinkin and tried to fake whiplash
Over here we let them things ring
Acting like puppets, I own the string
With pyrex, please don't plex
Old fake ass clown, don't even flex
Flashbulbs poppin in the air
Every day it gets harder to bare
I get hot after seein' you
Look what they do, this what we do
Callin me first muthafucka... and if you don't know who
Thursday night they 50 deep with they crew
Ya helps is not needed, Knowledge itself completes it
It's not everyday that you get your skull split
Who the fuck y'all wit? And where y'all from?
Nigga have it however, this brain is the bomb
Sing a swim-time kid. What's your first line?
Nothin's free, I stay on the grind and get mine
I kick lyrics with Janet and tour with Jackson yeah
95
King of the kingdom
Yeah
All my people yeah
F.t.p. gang
Gang
95 on the building yeah
Listen to this song bros
Johnny on the beat
Nigga never had a set of these
They might find your body somewhere overseas
You got a little, problem, here's a solution
I be the one to cause the confusion
Cause I was raised up to show no fear
I can't stay here in this horrible atmosphere
Beat with a bullwhip and then catch a full clip
I know you didn't think I'm doin a flip
She was creeping through the club, I spot ya miss
Bloods them never dreamed shit could feel so criss
Moms smoke and you know the house look like trash
Shoulda been thinkin and tried to fake whiplash
Over here we let them things ring
Acting like puppets, I own the string
With pyrex, please don't plex
Old fake ass clown, don't even flex
Flashbulbs poppin in the air
Every day it gets harder to bare
I get hot after seein' you
Look what they do, this what we do
Callin me first muthafucka... and if you don't know who
Thursday night they 50 deep with they crew
Ya helps is not needed, Knowledge itself completes it
It's not everyday that you get your skull split
Who the fuck y'all wit? And where y'all from?
Nigga have it however, this brain is the bomb
Sing a swim-time kid. What's your first line?
Nothin's free, I stay on the grind and get mine
I kick lyrics with Janet and tour with Jackson yeah
95
King of the kingdom
Yeah
All my people yeah
F.t.p. gang
Gang
Credits
Writer(s): Giovanni Coglio
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