Lyrics John Lennon - The Underachievers

John Lennon

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