John Wick

17, You know that I bool
17, Still know you're a tool
17, Still rapping that whirlpool
They call me John wick welcome to my trap school

Feeling diverse
Got me feeling myself
Was tought to kill
You pulled that crap off the shelf

They call me John wick
Was born in the sticks
Ever since my mom left
Had to join up with clicks

Doing what I gotta do
That's my B
Turning all these fools blue
Shouting like a banshee

Ever since I was young
Knew I had that life
Had to overcome
Get over my spite

Chilling with my dog
Can't anybody touch me
Leave it at the hotel
Know everybody that I see

Cause everyone knows
That I'm trained to kill
Don't mess with me
Or it'll be a spill

Coming up from the bottom
You know I'mma drop em
Can't anybody stop em
You know I'mma pop em

I gotta get to newer hights
I can't begin to stop
I'm up like a kite
You know I'm bout to pop

Bones do break
But so do I
Take what's mine
I'mma make you cry

I know you think
I'm just a heartless Man
It's not my fault
I hadn't planned

Maintain my image
Everybody wants to fight me
Get over it dude
Making people mad nightly

Cool as ice
Maintain composure
Coming for your head
Get your closure

17, You know that I bool
17, Still know you're a tool
17, Still rapping that whirlpool
They call me John wick welcome to my trap school



Credits
Writer(s): Hunter Cossey
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