John Muir [explicit] Lyrics - Schoolboy Q

Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

Never had a mothafuckin' weed card 

I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft 

Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all 

Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off 

I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah 

Lookin' for the bitches with the ass 

Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash 

Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' 

Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? 

O-orange laces, for my shoestrings 

Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string 

Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville 

Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel 

Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend 

Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams 

Tryna strike me out before I finish school 

I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy 

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Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

We love, we go 

We rise, we go 

Our pride, we show 

We love, we go 

Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off 

Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go 

Shoot me in my back because my afro 

Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true 

Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew 

I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot 

I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? 

I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? 

I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q 

Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot 

Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too 

Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school 

Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu 

Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm 

On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah 

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Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

We love, we go 

We rise, we go 

Our pride, we show 

We love, we go 

Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all 

B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

Bellin', bellin', bellin' 

B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all 

Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all