John Wayne

(Hey there pilgrim? Anybody tell you you're sittin' in my chair? Move)

I'm the John Wayne of the rap game
You suckers had it too, I want it back mane
You ain't supposed to do it like that mane
That's whack, that's lame
Cock back, bang
I'm the John Wayne of the rap game
You suckers had it too, I want it back mane
You ain't supposed to do it like that mane
That's whack, that's lame
Cock back, bang

Somebody's gotta do it baby, why not me?
I don't know who lied to you, but y'all ain't G's
Fourth down and a couple yards left
I hope you mother-fuckers don't run out of breath
Fight to the death

Reputation on the line, every time they told me to relax
But I don't know how
I got back on my grind and I ain't slowin' down
Treat a hater like pine straw and let 'em fuel the fire
Shit, mr. Johnny Bobbitt just to get it in

Tell the paparazzi come and get a flick
Papa's tell you how to do it super big
Super duper sick, fast fueler bitch hooligan
Who is this? Who he think he is?
Rap game John Wayne
Cock back, bang on the lane
Ain't no disrespect, makin' sure you know the name
'Cause after this shit drop it won't ever be the same
Mane, mane

I'm the John Wayne of the rap game
You suckers had it too, I want it back mane
You ain't supposed to do it like that mane
That's whack, that's lame
Cock back, bang
I'm the John Wayne of the rap game
You suckers had it too, I want it back mane
You ain't supposed to do it like that mane
That's whack, that's lame
Cock back, bang

I'ma smack you in your head like your daddy
Drive around town, in a camo wrapped Caddy
Country rap at its finest motherfucker
Talk shit all you gotta do is tell me where's the addy

I'ma pull up like an Uber
And my dude ridin' shotgun, is a shooter
And he kinda stupid, gotta couple screws loose
He been ridin' with me since we were drinkin' Kool Aid
And eatin' Ramen Noodles
Same guys with me since we were at the bottom

Barely made it through school, never went to college
Whole bunch of hot heads, never was the loudest
Now I sell out shows and I'm always where the crowd is
How's it, I don't ever walk with security?
Who the fuck murderin' me? (Motherfucker)
I don't fear no man, no hand gonna touch the damn hair on my head
You gon' end up dead
Mane, mane

I'm the John Wayne of the rap game
You suckers had it too, I want it back mane
You ain't supposed to do it like that mane
That's whack, that's lame
Cock back, bang
I'm the John Wayne of the rap game
You suckers had it too, I want it back mane
You ain't supposed to do it like that mane
That's whack, that's lame
Cock back, bang