| First Post, Indulge. It's me, the young stunner, young Johnny in his awe bitch/
So when you see me, it's like wish upon a star bitch/
Two guns tucked, and they're right under my armpits/
Come see me, and get stepped on like dogshit/
Talking about flow's sick, my spit is nauseous/
You don't want to end up someone's dearly departed/
I don't even flow now, shit, I just hawk spit/
All over the track/
I'm back/
Like I never lost it/
My lyric maims are busted like I'm a broken faucet/
That's why I can't stop, and it's leaving me exhausted/ |