Songtexte GTA - Johnny Capahala

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo,
It's Johnny, Johnny Cap, yo, yo, ay, ay
They say sleep is for the weak
I think being awoke is a joke
I'd rather sleep forever
My rhymes a suicide notes
They say I'm a lil crazy
Everything they say phase me
I fucking hate me
These niggas popping xans to start escaping
I'm harlem shaking through the pressure
Like I'm precious
Gotta fetish with big bitches
Excuse my miss' and tell her
I'm on mission
To pay this college tuition
Instead of getting my wrist and slittin' it
Like a boo boo
Most of these guys that's rhyming on the mic
They fuckin' doo doo
I don't even gotta clue
Who wanna fuck with the kid
Go tell your favorite fuckin artist
I'll eat the
Ink out his pen
Go head and tell your favorite artist
Ink out his pen, shit
Ew, hahaha
They saying black lives matter man
Look what they did to Trevon Martin
Even Sandra Bland (C'mon man)
I might just call up Tiffany Haddish
To call her and tell her
She a bad bitch
And that I'm tryin' to fuck
I ain't gotta car or a house
But I gotta truck
That we can use
Fuck you in the ass
Call that shit anal abuse
And usually
I ain't wit' the tomfoolery
Snatch a nigga jewelry
Give it to my soon to be
Wife is that Ice on your neck
Worth your life I ain't think so
Do that shit quick
Uno dos tres qautro Cinco
All you niggas belong in sinkholes
A six feet deep hole
Niggas know I ball and shoot like Victor Oladipo
I keep a pole on my side when I ride nigga
It's either you gonna die
Don't try committing suicide cuz
I'm the one to decide ya fate

Real dirty nasty shit nigga
Real shit happening in the hood
Every motherfuckin' day nigga
Niggas is gettin' robbed and shit
Niggas is sleepin'
Me I'm East Baltimore
Till the day I fuckin' die nigga