Super Citizen - JohnnieB

Lyrics

( Johnnie B On The Beat ) Oh shit, I see a Charger, oh, and he’s a rapper too, so quick, somebody call the cops, Just because my image looks dangerous when the bassline drops. Call the cops because I turned around slow in somebody’s driveway, Call the cops because I’m driving my own car down the damn highway. They see a white boy in a Charger and assume the whole thing sideways, Like every song I write means I’m about to do shit my way. Discriminated by the image, by the tint, by the plate, by the sound, Whole time I’m just another working man with his windows halfway down. So fuck it then, I’m super citizen, paperwork clean when I ride, Registration in the glove box, proof of insurance on my side. Seatbelt on, headlights bright, hands where they can see, Still they look at JohnnieB like I’m hiding felonies. I’m so high in ambition I could scrape the fucking sky, But I ain’t drunk off vodka trying to crash this life. I’m doing ninety in my mind, not swerving lanes at night, Trying to outrun every stereotype they throw in my sight. I’m nothing but a human, but they weigh me like a charge, They hear one foul bar and start acting like I’m large. They like positive quotes when they’re posted on a page, But hate when a real man writes his pain with rage. I’m driving down the road, see eight dumb fucks on phones, Can’t keep their lane straight but wanna judge my tone. Like, damn JohnnieB, can that song you’re writing wait? Nah, bitch, this pen got mileage and the truth don’t brake. I’m a lot of talk? Maybe, but I back mine with dates, I got time stamps, old pads, and receipts in the safe. You think you can control me, but I learned from my hate, Little Johnnie tried first and still bounced off fate. No one’s stopping this, they just switch lanes and stare, They love the dark side, then complain when it’s there. They hate on me, support the shadow, then act unaware, But JohnnieB made the whole damn road y’all share. Hook All because I’m a super citizen, baby, They still accuse me like I’m batshit crazy. I can’t lie, y’all been judging me lately, So keep your fake concern over there for your safety. I’m a super citizen, baby, Clean hands, dirty looks, still they try to frame me. I stay legal, stay moving, stay sharp, stay wavy, JohnnieB in the Charger like, “Go ahead, blame me.” All because I’m a super citizen, baby, They want a villain, but the mirror gets hazy. I can’t lie, y’all been making me angry, But I still keep it cleaner than the ones who hate me. Verse 2 Now they see a background and assume the worst in the frame, Like a rugged-ass album means the man is the same. Like every curse in a verse is a crime with a name, Like negative entertainment equals real-life blame. But I’m not Little Johnnie when I’m walking in my lane, I’m JohnnieB, the whole balance with control of the flame. I can use foul language and still carry my brain, I can talk my shit without crashing into shame. See, y’all confuse the mask with the man underneath, Confuse the sharp teeth with the heart that still beats. Confuse the black smoke with the fire I breathe, Then act like y’all solved some mystery on me. I’ve seen snakes, seen fakes, seen lies in the light, Seen people twist a wrong until it looks halfway right. Seen stories get buried because truth starts fights, Seen pain get quiet when the world gets bright. But I don’t need to dox names, don’t need addresses in lines, Don’t need threats to prove that I can define mine. With this pen, I expose what time won’t hide, And let the truth age like a scar in plain sight. Words are weapons, yeah, but I aim at the lie, Not the body, not the family, not some street-side drive. I ain’t giving fake enemies a reason to thrive, I’m giving JohnnieB a reason to survive. Crazy how they want the story but not the consequence, Want the drama, want the pain, want the common sense. Want the villain in the booth with a hot defense, But not the man who learned to move with intelligence. Only two outcomes when the truth gets spoken, Either they face what happened or the mask gets broken. Either the fake ones fold when the facts start smoking, Or they double down loud while the room starts choking. I already knew they thought I was too dumb to see the game, Too slow to catch the move, too broke to hold the name. But I watched, learned, wrote, built, and became, A super citizen with a middle-finger flame. So keep calling me crazy, keep calling me wild, Keep judging the man from the words of the child. Keep acting like my darkness means I can’t be worthwhile, I got a clean-ass record with a dangerous style. Hook All because I’m a super citizen, baby, They still accuse me like I’m batshit crazy. I can’t lie, y’all been judging me lately, So keep your fake concern over there for your safety. I’m a super citizen, baby, Clean hands, dirty looks, still they try to frame me. I stay legal, stay moving, stay sharp, stay wavy, JohnnieB in the Charger like, “Go ahead, blame me.” All because I’m a super cit