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john river - where i'm headed lyrics

yeah
fire, fire, fire in the f-cking booth n-gg-
i packed up all my sh-t, i put it in the suitcase
i got on the plane, i went to la
whats up track?
roc nation in the mothaf-cking building n-gg-
cuz all my star, i’m set to blow
yeah, look, look

f-ck touch this is max contact, wavy
take my number this matt’s contact baby
sometimes i wonder had i not gone back
would the city love my rap had i not gone that crazy?
you n-gg-s lazy had to p-ss on that
hope you know you never cook me
school of rap, you playing hookie
girl was looking for some nookie, and she sat on that
i’m a rookie and i’m looking for a max contract (pay me)
wanna cookie n-gg-, you don’t get a biscuit
i’m the pope, you a misfit
it ain’t broke don’t fix it
trying me is like f-cking a sl-t you don’t love
in the club with no glove
i’m gonna tell you don’t risk it, don’t frisk it
headed to the top, don’t miss it
i’m the closest thing to pac
you know n-gg-s don’t listen
you ever throw shots, your whole block go missing
tie your feet up to some rocks
tell the cops go fishing, in the water
n-gg- i’m the one, whose hotter?
this rap is better than all the ones you thought of
i made up with your momma, once you caught up
i don’t ever got a son, you my one true daughter
sophie
you sold a gram of c-ke
what you want a trophie?
you supposed to pull the trigger
why you getting cold feet?
n-gg- talk so much, but they say they lowkey
and this supposed to be your year, oh please

on my way and i’m set to blow
all those things i’ve yet to show
on my grave, boy i’m set to blow
only heaven knows where i’m headed
all those things i’ve yet to see
and all those things i said we’d be
bless my wings, lord set me free
only heaven knows where i’m headed

look, feel the pressure bought to drop
i make sure they click
who’s that n-gg- at the top?
i’ll make sure they pick
lord saved me from the thoughts, but sure they stick
eh this that food for thought, that gourmet sh-t
slow cooked
that’s a dish, and i [?]
how i spit it got these b-tches like this is [?]
filled with laughter at these tryna take a page from me rappers
lucky if you get a chapter, n-gg- this the whole book
n-gg-s getting so shook, like please stop shaking
f-ck your woman crush wednesday, like she’s not taken
who’s your favourite rapper? this what he’s not making
but he said that he’s the future, n-gg- he’s not raven
isn’t that so? skinny n-gg- hungry like a fatso
n-gg- this the day that the slave got the l-sso (sh-t)
sh-t he whipped, i used to grapple with
but i remember f-cking b-tches back in that old whip
it was so sh-t
way before i ever got a bed up
broke n-gg- i was fed up
scheming, tryna get my bred up
with this rap, could i make it out this trap and this setup?
on my back, got my city
if i lack, will i get up?
hope so
i’m tryna go place i know n-gg-s don’t go
a lot of hating faces, but i know they don’t know
i’m fighting off the doubt
thought somehow i won’t blow
though it dwindles
got a tingle that my window won’t close

on my way and i’m set to blow
all those things i’ve yet to show
on my grave, boy i’m set to blow (by any means necessary n-gg-)
only heaven knows where i’m headed (yeah)
all those things i’ve yet to see
and all those things i said we’d be
bless my wings, lord set me free (whoo)
only heaven knows where i’m headed (whoo yeah)

keep me going
yeah, eh keep me going
yeah, i mean ain’t no telling where i’m headed my n-gg-
all you rap n-gg-s better pack up your sh-t
pack up your sh-t and go home
daddy’s home n-gg-
daddy’s home my n-gg-
yeah, yeah
okay yeah we good
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- john river lyrics

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