John, John, John…
piano, guitar, hip-hop, vocal, percussion, violinLyrics
young Hawk IA and I got something to say
fuck a racist
catch a silver bullet from my black gun
that’s trigger was pulled with a white finger next to my white thumb
“I’ll take you places that your privilege doesn’t matter”
bro you live in the burbs I don’t think your opinion matters
“but I’m from the hood you don’t understand I’m always catching hate for being a white man”
keep on talkin like that and you gon catch my damn hands
you scream that you’re accepting but rag on black lives matter
then you scream all lives matter
but how do all lives matter if you ain’t eating off the same platter
you live in a 5 bedroom home with your 80 grand Berlinetta
and try to say if we worked harder we’d do better
but we ain’t got our parents money to pay off all our debtors
so just be ready when the time comes
because I’ll empty this clip into your 13-20 hoodie
right between the 3 and 2
.223 blowin those anti racist rounds from your hat down to your shoes
wait nah I mean boots
what the fuck are those spit streaks did you lick those dude
too bad they won’t be there to save you bro
it’s time to change this dumb hoe to a fucking John Doe
I am Timmy turner
I have the fucking burner
I’m the one who makes you disappear without a single murmur
I’m the one who earned her stripes
kick your door down for your bacon that’s. a Hamburglar
catch yo dawgs out give em heat that’s a frankfurter
catch yo moms at the home store have someone comforter
I know you’re gonna hear this and be like “man I’m so upset
ima grab the shotgun out my daddies closet”
but then you flip shit because it’s on the top shelf and you’re to short to reach it
“fuck that I’ll just use the one on my hip”
so you load it, cock it, then you head out to my place sayin “man she got too cocky”
too bad for you my team tracked you and were waiting so they popped you now they’re gonna dump your body
fuck a racist
y’all can catch a slug out the double barrel shotty
cornstalkkillas no playin thermal scope
keep spewin hot air you’ll be in the sights
treat you like my chicken bruh you gon get choked
burn yo body roll you up with my joint I said you’ll get smoked
“nah I don’t want no smoke I take back what I said it was just a joke”
bro just shut up back pedaling so hard your gonna give yourself a stroke
if you lived in London they’d be like get a load of this bloke
I’ve got more wealth than you and I’m flat broke
buzz off bro…
you ain’t welcome in our city anymore…