John Lennon - The Underachievers

Ride around and I’m getting it

Aim for the stars, know the solar the limit

Relate to the gods, we were made in their image

Fuck the facades I’m just here trynna get it, ya dig

Started off finished depart all ya men

I’m a mothafucking menace AK ain’t got no limit’s

Like Pete Miller Crystal, I see clearer whistles

See nothing but street niggas

You don’t want beef nigga

Well least believe, nigga

I came for all this, guess it’s for me, nigga

She used up all of her gas in the last twenty dollars and swallowed the team,

nigga

But these hoes never get nothing but nutting

That’s Pimp 101, gotta teach niggas

But these hoes never get nothing but nutting

That’s Pimp 101, gotta teach niggas

Don’t need you niggas I’m straight

Cause most these niggas is fake

That true religion, my faith

Don’t need no gun to my waist

But know my niggas don’t play around

Popping up and we lay it down

Bitches fucking all day now

Smoking like it’s okay now

All my niggas know, if it ain’t 'bout bread then vámonos

See me knock them down like dominoes

Bitches like them gods, well I suppose, whoa

Cop a pack and I’ll lay low

Finish that and I’ll reload

Niggas Shaqqing they free throws

But I look like Kobe from three though

Feeling like chopper, your bitch know I’m loaded

That pussy can’t lock me up, cause I destroy it

Winners still pocket, I just might employ it

I shoot her free rockets and show that she loyal

High like a carpet

I collect all my profits and then I enjoy

Dead to the gossip, my brain only (process?)

Broccoli in her pasta, bring it to ya boy

Let’s go get it, young John Lennon

Nigga better kill me to stop my message

Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings

Run up on me, niggas gonna get deaded

Let’s go get it, young John Lennon

Nigga better kill me to stop my message

Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings

Run up on me, niggas gonna get deaded

Hit 'em up and I keep going

Change the game, call it cheat code

I been taking trips, counting lotta chips

Got my wallet thick where my meat go

Swerve, swerve, pull up, Deebo

Put in work, work, that’s a cheat code

And I’m fresher than Designer, my nigga

Address me «your Highness», my nigga

We blowing the finest, my nigga

I’m just being honest

I’m high like a comet, my nigga

Come get your girl cause I’m here for the kill

She wanna watch DBZ and just chill

But I ain’t wasting my time, that’s for real

Tell her to skate after grinding my rail

Secret is skate hitting L after L

Just to in your face, I can tell, I can tell, I can tell

Who the fuck really relate?

Fucking rainbow hoes, don’t care 'bout they race

Pour a deuce I turn my soda to drank

Diddy dancin' all the way to the bank

Came out the gritty, nigga that’s a fact

El Chapo batshit running around the map

Nigga bring liberation where we at

Money precipitating, raining wax

Energy dissipating through the masses

We blowing like Hiroshima, young disaster

I’m gifted, the Jedi prince, I’m filled with laughter

But when my lightsaber raised up, I’m a master

A poet, Van Gogh, with the words as my canvas

My message like Floyd in the ring doing damage

And word to my nigga Freddie rapping packages

You cannot kill me, better never happening

Feeling like chopper, your bitch know I’m loaded

That pussy can’t lock me up, cause I destroy it

Winners still pocket, I just might employ it

I shoot her free rockets and show that she loyal

High like a carpet

I collect all my profits and then I enjoy

Dead to the gossip, my brain only (process?)

Broccoli in her pasta, bring it to ya boy

Let’s go get it, young John Lennon

Nigga better kill me to stop my message

Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings

Run up on me, niggas gonna get deaded

Let’s go get it, young John Lennon

Nigga better kill me to stop my message

Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings

Run up on me, niggas gonna get deaded