John Lennon

[Verse 1: AKTHESAVIOR] 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, I finished, depart all your men I'm a mothafucking menace, AK got no limits 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 [Verse 2: Issa Gold] Don't need you niggas, I'm straight 'Cause most these niggas is fake That True Religion my faith Don't need no gun on 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 lay low Finish that and I’ll reload Niggas Shaqqing they free throws But I look like Kobe from three though [Pre-Chorus: AKTHESAVIOR] 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 touch down, they moist I collect all my profits and then I enjoy Dead to the gossip, my brain only process Broccoli and that pasta, bring it to ya boy [Chorus: Issa Gold] Let’s go get it, young John Lennon Nigga better kill me to stop my message Glad to be here, I'ma count my blessings Run up on me, nigga gon' get deaded Let’s go get it, young John Lennon Nigga better kill me to stop my message Glad to be here, I'ma count my blessings Run up on me, nigga gon' get deaded [Verse 3: AKTHESAVIOR] 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 fresh, draped in 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 escape, hitting L after L Jealousy in your face, I can tell, I can tell, I can tell [Verse 4: Issa Gold] 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 [Pre-Chorus: AKTHESAVIOR] 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 touch down, they moist I collect all my profits and then I enjoy Dead to the gossip, my brain only process Broccoli and that pasta, bring it to ya boy [Chorus: Issa Gold] Let’s go get it, young John Lennon Nigga better kill me to stop my message Glad to be here, I'ma count my blessings Run up on me, nigga gon' get deaded Let’s go get it, young John Lennon Nigga better kill me to stop my message Glad to be here, I'ma count my blessings Run up on me, nigga gon' get deaded