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protostar - john river lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
my real sh*t, n*gga
yeah, yeah, look

[verse]
see, i ain’t have sh*t, when i came up, i was houseless
knew life was a b*tch, when i f*cked her, it was blouses
my d*ck and my clip both bigger than ilgauskas
last n*gga make it off my strip, probably stauskas
or rj or [?][0:25], f*ck your b*tch, get d*cked down
my back got a big city, like a b*tch with big titties
or silicon at night that you might just stick your t**th in
think rename my gats tap, ’cause they might just leave you leakin’
get fightin’ when we creepin’, she excited when i sneak in
but like a lazy*ass plumber, i just pipe it on the weekend
n*ggas sellin’ false hope on that “we can” sh*t
hey, look, i’m wholesaling dope, n*gga, and we can ship, look
car, plane to train and we might get it here by boat
like i’m a dock david blaine, my n*ggas disappear your coke
you think that this right here a joke? we’ll put your family in an article
like a trinidadian carnival, n*gga, this your year to float
in a river or a moat or a stream that’s remote
n*ggas say they got that flame, but that’s just steam [?][1:03] smoke
and when they see me on the stage, n*ggas scream, “that’s the goat”
and i ain’t talkin’ fifty shades when we got ski mask and ropes
i had a dream matched with hope matched with drive and a vision
like an outdoor movie, i was drivin’ to prison
see my n*ggas who got knocked, but then we hired the commission
the hood’s a will smith fl!ck, the goal’s survivin’ the mission
i was back in my old whip when i was ridin’ to missions
and back in my old b*tch, told her, “slide in position”
sh*t, guess where n*ggas tryna grab some more gravy?
and for that cash, n*ggas might just stab an old lady
and grab a bag at old navy, man, this sh*t is so real
look how i ball like john wall in the playoffs, no beal
or like johnny manziel i’m ’bout to go the whole field
b*tch, i’m howie mandel, i did this sh*t with no deal
on my mama, though, that’s all me, not farcical or folly
i’m the motherf*ckin’ sh*t, ironic n*ggas couldn’t stall me
off the porch, i want a porsche and i give you sh*t to strive to
you n*ggas anti*abortion, you couldn’t k!ll the b*tch inside you
it’s when n*ggas gettin’ stuck they all a buck for a barrel
and b*tches suckin’, f*ckin’ for a truck or apparel
then call it independence, i ain’t judgin’ or defendin’
but she ain’t havin’ my kids like a cuck or i’m sterile
a darlin’ to the critics from harlem to the brid*cks
it’s the birth of a star, shout out david and hasidics
and the lions, for all my n*ggas who done made it out the den
the bible said just three days, and look, i made it out again, n*gga
[outro]
n*gga, yeah, i made it, n*gga
i’m only gettin’ bigga, i said i made it, n*gga, yeah
said i made it, n*gga, i’m only gettin’ bigga
only gettin’ bigga, i’m only gettin’ bigga, yeah
i’m only gettin’ bigga, i’m only gettin’ bigga
bigga, i said i’m gettin’ bigga
n*ggas gotta slide, why my n*ggas gotta slide?
you gon’ see me when i slide, said, you gon’ see me when i ride
they lookin’, tryna fight, can they meet this genocide?
what you n*ggas got to find? gon’ see me when i—
you gon’ see me when i— yeah
and i’m gettin’ bigga, and i’m gettin’ bigga
and i’m gettin’ bigga, bigga
bigga, and i’m gettin’ bigga

- john river lyrics

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