Yall Some Shook Ones - JohnnieB

Lyrics

( Johnnie B On The Beat ) Guess today I’m the blueprint, that’s what the rumors say, Everybody borrowing pieces then pretending they paved the way. Soon as I drop a concept, watch a copycat gravitate, Funny how the loudest critics always imitate. Y’all swear I got ghost writers hiding in the booth, Nah, I just spend late nights wrestling with the truth. Every page another scar, every verse another bruise, You see the finished product—I remember paying dues. Listening to JohnnieB’s like caffeine in your veins, One line gets stuck and now you’re quoting me for days. You hate the way I say it but repeat the damn phrase, That’s the funniest part of this whole damn play. Everybody wants the recipe, nobody wants the stove, Everybody wants the spotlight, nobody wants the road. Everybody wants the flowers after somebody grows, Then wonder why the roots don’t belong to what they stole. Eight miles ain’t a distance—it’s the walk inside your head, Where doubt fights confidence till one of them is dead. I made peace with my monsters, now they write instead, Turning every bad chapter into something worth being read. ⸻ Hook Y’all some shook ones… Talk big till the truth comes. Y’all some shook ones… Freeze when the proof comes. Y’all some shook ones… Everybody tough online. Y’all some shook ones… Till it’s time to draw your own lines. ⸻ Verse 2 See I quit chasing approval, started building my own lane, Now the same ones throwing shade keep repeating my name. Call me overrated, call me underground, call me strange, Soon as the beat drops, somehow everything changed. Little Johnnie throws punches, Big John gives grace, JohnnieB studies both before he enters the place. One side starts fires, one side keeps faith, I’m the one figuring out why they happened in the first place. You can’t steal experience, you can’t duplicate scars, You can borrow a cadence but not the soul in the bars. You can mimic every move, every hook, every part, Still won’t recreate the reason it came out my heart. Everybody acting fearless till the mirror appears, Now they’re fighting reflections instead of facing their fears. Funny how the loudest mouths disappear, When authenticity finally gets near. I don’t gotta prove shit—I already survived, Already questioned myself more than critics combined. Already tore myself apart and rebuilt my own mind, So what exactly you gon’ tell me that I ain’t already find? ⸻ Hook Y’all some shook ones… Talk big till the truth comes. Y’all some shook ones… Freeze when the proof comes. Y’all some shook ones… Everybody tough online. Y’all some shook ones… Till it’s time to draw your own lines. ⸻ Verse 3 This ain’t about one rapper, one city, one throne, This is every creator trying to build their own home. Some copy the blueprint, some pour their own stone, History remembers who actually built it alone. I respect the greats, that’s how I learned the craft, But respect ain’t the same as wearing somebody’s mask. Influence is a teacher, imitation never lasts, Eventually the truth catches every counterfeit act. I’m Arkansas roots with a multiverse brain, Country roads, church pews, rap running through my veins. Every contradiction somehow carrying my name, That’s why theirs 2 lanes from JohnnieB his records probably sound the same. You can doubt me, debate me, misunderstand the vision, Still won’t stop me from making another damn decision. I’m not chasing permission, I’m chasing precision, Turning every obstacle into another composition. So if the beat cuts out, I’ll still finish the verse, If the crowd walks away, I’ll still know what I’m worth. ’Cause the loudest validation came after putting in the work, Not from waiting on the world to tell me I deserved it. ⸻ Final Hook Y’all some shook ones… Talk big till the truth comes. Y’all some shook ones… Freeze when the proof comes. Y’all some shook ones… Everybody got opinions. Y’all some shook ones… Few got their own vision.