Ghais Guevara I Personally Wouldn't Have Released John Mccain Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Niggas 42 and tryna bang, it's time for jazz now
Youngins f*cked you up cuz you can't hang, oh what, you mad now
I can't do no beef, I'm steady trippin' bout dis cash cow
Tried to spin the block but we got lost and now we assed out
Black Power fisted a cop's wife
The VVs on the bezel feel serrated like bread knife
The rifle got a Hubble, he can shoot from a mad height
But only if I'm losin' in the one on a bad night
Stop tryna atone
We the type to give glass cannons a stone
Let it known
Doin dirt from the block
Straight to the phone
For the throne
Niggas know that that ruger sine qua non
If this my last time seein' ya eyes
I love you so, tell the folks
That I'm tired of thuggin' through obituaries
Niggas fake mad, know the death threats be temporary
Scary hours for rappers that let the labels do the talkin'
That rebellion ain't comin' from in the office, nigga

[Verse 2]
Genetically predisposed to snow
To fund the anti-communists
Wonderin' since a jit why the folks around me was somnolent
Had to remain cognizant, vigilant, do my due diligence
When deliverin' dissonance to blissfulness
Witness the downfall and preclusion of mankind
Product of those experiments like Sol Badguy
So why, delay promise
We been the Jihadist
These niggas riskin' they life for these crackas like Pocahontas
Been a overachiever so I don't bang with the settlers
I'm dappin' up with the rebels and reformed dope peddlers
Inshallah on top of the prison letters
Lookin' at her illnesses and prayin' she get better Damning the evanescence of solace
Damages from the penmanship set fire to the plans that they plotted, uh
Blood on my hands, I didn't have any options
Praise from the ones that knew about my intentions

[Bridge: Samples]
This is how they get us Hector
They convince us that there is no future
There's only an eternal now
Hit me now!

[Verse 3]
I was on Cecil B., Broad Street, Master
North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker
Bad bitch lip locker, miraculous shit talker, clip stocker
Yeah we really in them streets like jaywalkers
Killas tote guns, was never down with the fencin'
Rob ya grave like you Smitty Werbenjägermanjensen
I ain't gotta like a rapper, I'm Denzel in Fences
Askin me for favors, I'm hesitant just to lend it
'Cause if a serpent get to hissin', what a inconvenience
Now I gotta show a nigga I ain't with the tweetin'
I put my shootas in my duas every nightfall
Soldiers of the righteous, I hate when all of my knights fall
I been duckin' raindrops, I'm a sun child
Ever since I learned that my bloodline was done foul
Liquor and gun stores, down to the fentanyl
They got them lasers pointed at the Marginals like Sentinels
They don't wanna interview
Cause every time I step on the mic
I get the urge to tell these crackas what we finna do
Anglo anathema
Shootas that come from Attica, Africa
Givin crackas sciatica with the caliber
Always quick to press a motherf*cker like The Graduate
Know they sendin' shots, but I don't trip cause they not accurate, nigga