John G. - Junkie

Mhm, yea
Mafia mafia mafia mafia
John Gotti, Patek Penetti whatever you wanna call me, yea
H.M.M shit
Look, Gottiii
Im addicted to the money(I Am)
I done turned into a junkie forreal(Yaa)
Paranoid and itchin up with the chills(Yaa)
I done finally got it jumpin it's clear(woowoo)
Hunnids coming in abundance
Hunger come from cold nights
Mama shedding them tears(Yaa)
Done got a bag up
Niggaz hate that I did(I did)
Ian trippin
I'm just handling biz(Yaa)
Louis or the 'Sace runners
But you know a nigga
Never ran from nothing forreal(uh-uh)
From the trenches
Niggaz dumpin to kill
To make it out of here something surreal (dodododododo scrrr)
The code is hunt or be hunted
Either way it's mandatory
That you clutchin the steel (I got it)
Be a wolf or be a mummy forreal (I am)
Be a wolf or you a dummy forreal, yea yea
Neck and ears wrist
Drippin
I remember
I ain't have a pot to piss in
Got up on mission
I just pray to God
The karma from it miss me
I was tripping
Door kickin
All through they shit until the floors missing
Bitch I want it all
Even the door henges
Then go buss it down
And turn it all benjis
40 toter
Light shit up like a function
Got kicked out
And trouble fronted me onions
I Doubled up
And turned that shit to a pumpkin
They never tried me
Bitch they know how I'm coming
Been a wolf
Since I was cryin and fussin
Boy where I'm from
Them bullets flying and thumpin
Where I'm from will
Turn ya pride into nothing
You either turn out
Hard body or flunky
I'm addicted to the money (I Am)
I done turned into a junkie forreal(Yaa)
Paranoid and itchin' up with the chills(Yaa)
I done finally got it jumpin' it's clear(woowoo)
Hunnids coming in abundance
Hunger come from cold nights
Mama shedding them tears(Yaa)
Done got a bag up
Niggaz hate that I did(I did)
Ian trippin
I'm just handling biz(Yaa)
Louis or the 'Sace runners
But you know a nigga
Never ran from nothing forreal(uh-uh)
From the trenches
Niggaz dumping to kill
To make it out of here something surreal(dodododododosccrrrr)
The code is hunt or be hunted
Either way it's mandatory
That you clutching the steel(I got it)
Be a wolf or be a mummy forreal(I am)
Be a wolf or you a dummy forreal, yea yea
Seventh grade I started rapping
Ninth grade, started jackin'
And was trapping, them bundles
The pipe is on me, not for fashion
You run yo mouth
And ima blast it
So shut up
Heater on me
In the heat of the summer
No heat in winter
Had to heat up the oven
Now for dinner
Eating lobster and butter
Filet-mignon, a lil cilantro
And onion
Business solid
Money come in abundance
They out of poccet
They left when I was hungry
They come to buy
I'll prolly hittem with dummies
Bitch I thrived
Out in this jungle with monkeys
Where I reside
You either hustle or hungry
Mamas cry
Cause of these youngins on dumb shit
To keep ya life
You better roll with the punches
Don't wanna die
You better clutch it and dump it
I'm addicted to the money (I Am)
I done turned into a junkie forreal (Yaa)
Paranoid and itching up with the chills(Yaa)
I done finally got it jumping it's clear (woowoo)
Hunnids coming in abundance
Hunger come from cold nights
Mama shedding them tears(Yaa)
Done got a bag up
Niggaz hate that I did(I did)
Ian trippin
I'm just handling biz (Yaa)
Louis or the Sace runners
But you know a nigga
Never ran from nothing forreal (Uh-uh)
From the trenches
Niggaz dumpin to kill
To make it out of here something surreal (Dodododododosccrrrr)
The code is hunt or be hunted
Either way it's mandatory
That you clutchin the steel(I got it)
Be a wolf or be a mummy forreal(I am)
Be a wolf or you a dummy forreal, yea yea

Written by:
Joshua Gregory

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