John Muir

ScHoolboy Q

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    Bellin' through the montherfuckin' street, y'all
    Never had a montherfuckin' weed card
    I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
    Bellin' through the montherfuckin' street, y'all
    Bellin' through the montherfuckin' street, y'all
    I was thirteen with my montherfuckin' heat, y'all
    Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
    I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
    Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
    Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
    Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
    Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
    O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
    Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string
    Ridin' in my montherfuckin' Coupe-Ville
    Hoover with my montherfuckin' locs still
    Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend
    Ghetto bird hit a kid like ghetto hoop dreams
    Tryna strike me out before I finish school
    I was just a square nigga 'till I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy

    Bellin' through the montherfuckin' street, John-ohn-ohn Muir
    Bellin' through the montherfuckin' street, John-ohn-ohn Muir
    We love, we go
    We rise, we low
    Our pride, we show
    We love, we go

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    Bellin' through the montherfuckin' street, John
    Tryna get this montherfuckin' weed off
    Gang injunction tell me where we can't go
    Shoot me in my back because my afro
    Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true
    Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
    I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
    I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
    I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
    I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
    Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
    Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
    Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
    Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
    Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
    On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah

    Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, John-ohn-ohn Muir
    Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, John-ohn-ohn Muir
    We love, we go
    We rise, we low
    Our pride, we show
    We love, we go

    Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
    B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
    B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
    Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
    B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
    Bellin', bellin', bellin'
    B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
    Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John

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