Johnny JR - Another Pound (feat. Gasline)

Tell that nigga roll another pound
We just steady chilling at my house
We are not the type to chase no clout
Nah we just huff and puff and smoke and make more clouds, yeah
You know it's a crazy world around us
People live in fantasies act like ain't no problem
and you know they got this tendency of solving all their problems with a little bit of Hennessy that liquor yeah that bottle

Yeah looking from the bottom
All my idols seem to have derailed from where they started
It's like they got lost in all that pussy and all that money
Now they music bummy
It don't do for me man that shit just got me worried man
Can we bring this shit
Right
Back to when that fucken music hit
But who am I kidding
I just grab my key
Out the door and then I dip
i just need to think
smoke another spliff
I just need to focus on my goals and what I need
But you know that I'm gone always need my fucken family
They been always there for me
I'm not even sure if this my fucken destiny
Mamma used to hate fact that I be rolling trees every day and night
When I get the paper tell em please
Please don't hit my line
Used to turn a nigga down with ease
Had to let it slide
Nigga really just
Tryina get the motherfucken key to a better life
I'm tryina get it like

Tell that nigga roll another pound
We just steady chilling at my house
We are not the type to chase no clout
Nah we just huff and puff and smoke and make more clouds, yeah
You know it's a crazy world around us
People live in fantasies act like ain't no problem
Abd you know they got this tendency of solving all their problems with a little bit of Hennessy that liquor yeah that bottle

Just a blew another pound
I can go another round
like 2 3 4 5
Punchlines send a nigga to the clouds
Then I bring him right back to the ground
Humble yourself my nigga
Sit down coz im about to preach
( wooh )
Hoppin in the studio
Spit a lit verse
Then ima boutta (ski ski)
I ain't chasin no clout
Dat aint what im about
I can't do none of this shit for the gram
I dont need a nine
When I shoot my shot
Coz i know dat all of my shit is a ten
I don't recap
Before I speak facts
They wanna rematch
Coz I killed them
I dont need dat i just need racks
Not your feedback
Believe dat
I been on the loose yeah
Breaking all these rules yeah
World is really cold
But nobody catching flu
Niggas catching feelings everyday of their lives
But ima keep on winning till the day I die

Tell that nigga roll another pound
We just steady chilling at my house
We are not the type to chase no clout
Nah we just huff and puff and smoke and make more clouds

Written by:
John Robert Smith

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