Yea
T-Wayne made the beat
I'm Johnboi Jetsun, John MurRay
And I'm here to save the day
Catch me late at night
This aint no hype
I'm just chilling
All in my zone
Thinking about the life I live
And where did all the time go?
Lost a couple hours of my life Changing time zones
But my future look so bright
I see it with my eyes closed
I am not upset
Nor am I vexed
Because what's meant for me
Will always be
As If i'm trapped
Inside a winning spree
Concerning me
Don't waste your time
You cannot get to me
A word to keep
You might wanna go bacc
Checc yo history
I urge the streets
Why young boys wanna grow up
Like Pistol Pete
I murder beats
Who murdered my cousin
It's a mystery
But
Enough of sad stories
I know my raps ain't that catchy
I might sound mad boring
Or like my shit produced
By a nigga
Who low on storage
Or like my engineer
Stop mixing my recording
Because I couldn't afford it
But um, so many Michaels
Which one gone end up a Jordan
And um
I'm not a sniper
But I always hit my target
And
While I'm at this writing
Lemme shout out
My n***a Markus
'Cause he wholeheartedly
Believe in me
That's how I need
The whole team to be
So we can hit the streets
Doing songs by the dozen
No Krispy Kreme
N****s run up in your house
No tricc or treat
All the lil homies
Stucc on Easter pink
FUCC what they want
Give em what they need
This ain't Christmas Eve
Imagine you was working
At a school
Had whole kids to teach
Then saw a teen
Who was walking round
With the tool
A whole AR-15
That's all I see
It's all so crazy
Is it policy
Or is it prophecy
It's no love for the opps
Is that hypocrisy
Would you turn on me
For a chance to come up
Umm possibly
Look
Ain't into making noise
Im into making moves
You think I'm overconfident
What do I have to prove
I came up from the bottom
What do I have to lose
Yea
Ay one more time
Ain't into making noise
Im into making moves
You think I'm overconfident
What do I have to prove
I came up from the bottom
Yea man
Issa whole lot of everything goin on
Shit getting crazy out here
The haters wanna take you out yo zone.
Take you out your vibe
But don't let em
They can't FUCC with your mind
Stay up
A message from your boy
John MurRay
AYE
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Yea
T-Wayne made the beat
I'm Johnboi Jetsun, John MurRay
And I'm here to save the day
Catch me late at night
This aint no hype
I'm just chilling
All in my zone
Thinking about the life I live
And where did all the time go?
Lost a couple hours of my life Changing time zones
But my future look so bright
I see it with my eyes closed
I am not upset
Nor am I vexed
Because what's meant for me
Will always be
As If i'm trapped
Inside a winning spree
Concerning me
Don't waste your time
You cannot get to me
A word to keep
You might wanna go bacc
Checc yo history
I urge the streets
Why young boys wanna grow up
Like Pistol Pete
I murder beats
Who murdered my cousin
It's a mystery
But
Enough of sad stories
I know my raps ain't that catchy
I might sound mad boring
Or like my shit produced
By a nigga
Who low on storage
Or like my engineer
Stop mixing my recording
Because I couldn't afford it
But um, so many Michaels
Which one gone end up a Jordan
And um
I'm not a sniper
But I always hit my target
And
While I'm at this writing
Lemme shout out
My n***a Markus
'Cause he wholeheartedly
Believe in me
That's how I need
The whole team to be
So we can hit the streets
Doing songs by the dozen
No Krispy Kreme
N****s run up in your house
No tricc or treat
All the lil homies
Stucc on Easter pink
FUCC what they want
Give em what they need
This ain't Christmas Eve
Imagine you was working
At a school
Had whole kids to teach
Then saw a teen
Who was walking round
With the tool
A whole AR-15
That's all I see
It's all so crazy
Is it policy
Or is it prophecy
It's no love for the opps
Is that hypocrisy
Would you turn on me
For a chance to come up
Umm possibly
Look
Ain't into making noise
Im into making moves
You think I'm overconfident
What do I have to prove
I came up from the bottom
What do I have to lose
Yea
Ay one more time
Ain't into making noise
Im into making moves
You think I'm overconfident
What do I have to prove
I came up from the bottom
Yea man
Issa whole lot of everything goin on
Shit getting crazy out here
The haters wanna take you out yo zone.
Take you out your vibe
But don't let em
They can't FUCC with your mind
Stay up
A message from your boy
John MurRay
AYE
T-Wayne made the beat
I'm Johnboi Jetsun, John MurRay
And I'm here to save the day
Catch me late at night
This aint no hype
I'm just chilling
All in my zone
Thinking about the life I live
And where did all the time go?
Lost a couple hours of my life Changing time zones
But my future look so bright
I see it with my eyes closed
I am not upset
Nor am I vexed
Because what's meant for me
Will always be
As If i'm trapped
Inside a winning spree
Concerning me
Don't waste your time
You cannot get to me
A word to keep
You might wanna go bacc
Checc yo history
I urge the streets
Why young boys wanna grow up
Like Pistol Pete
I murder beats
Who murdered my cousin
It's a mystery
But
Enough of sad stories
I know my raps ain't that catchy
I might sound mad boring
Or like my shit produced
By a nigga
Who low on storage
Or like my engineer
Stop mixing my recording
Because I couldn't afford it
But um, so many Michaels
Which one gone end up a Jordan
And um
I'm not a sniper
But I always hit my target
And
While I'm at this writing
Lemme shout out
My n***a Markus
'Cause he wholeheartedly
Believe in me
That's how I need
The whole team to be
So we can hit the streets
Doing songs by the dozen
No Krispy Kreme
N****s run up in your house
No tricc or treat
All the lil homies
Stucc on Easter pink
FUCC what they want
Give em what they need
This ain't Christmas Eve
Imagine you was working
At a school
Had whole kids to teach
Then saw a teen
Who was walking round
With the tool
A whole AR-15
That's all I see
It's all so crazy
Is it policy
Or is it prophecy
It's no love for the opps
Is that hypocrisy
Would you turn on me
For a chance to come up
Umm possibly
Look
Ain't into making noise
Im into making moves
You think I'm overconfident
What do I have to prove
I came up from the bottom
What do I have to lose
Yea
Ay one more time
Ain't into making noise
Im into making moves
You think I'm overconfident
What do I have to prove
I came up from the bottom
Yea man
Issa whole lot of everything goin on
Shit getting crazy out here
The haters wanna take you out yo zone.
Take you out your vibe
But don't let em
They can't FUCC with your mind
Stay up
A message from your boy
John MurRay
AYE
Writer: John Holmes Jr.
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