Текст песни The Bastard of the North - John River
The
flows
hot,
guess
I
needed
a
fan
Most
niggas
believe
in
God
or
believe
in
a
man
Fucked
your
dog
on
it′s
knees
and
its
hands
That's
your
bitch,
take
your
pitch
and
get
it
Heaved
in
the
stands,
don′t
believe
in
God?
Believe
I'm
the
man,
no
contest
and
You
needed
a
hand,
this
is
a
test
and
You
needed
to
cram,
I
beat
you
to
the
top
guess
I
needn't
of
ran,
well
damn
Daniel
guess
You
needed
a
van,
this
is
LeBron
when
he
was
Leaving
the
hand,
told
my
mom
all
I
need
is
a
plan
You
think
Einstein
needed
a
scan?
Or
did
he
know,
was
is
apparent,
plus
I′m
godly
in
appearance
Been
a
genius
since
a
baby
boy
I
potty
trained
my
parents
I′m
the
shit,
I
should
buy
pack
of
Huggies
Advice
for
new
rappers?
Quit,
go
back
and
study
I
live
my
life
by
3 rules,
kill
a
nigga
if
he
snuff
me
A
pig
will
never
cuff
me,
and
a
bitch
will
never
cut
me
too
deep
I
fuck
the
world
until
it
comes
to
its
feet,
I
been
the
guy
I
want
the
pie
and
you'll
die
if
you
try
to
ever
come
for
a
piece
Better
use
some
better
judgement
Be
happy
I
set
the
bar
or
else
they′d
measure
you
to
nothing
The
climb
to
the
top
thinking
that
I
might
slip
It's
been
a
while
since
the
city
seen
a
talent
like
this
If
ever,
for
now
I
have
to
master
the
sport
A
little
bastard
on
the
way
to
being
to
King
of
the
North
Hood
niggas
got
clout,
rich
niggas
got
blessed
Good
niggas
got
out,
bitch
niggas
got
pressed
Which
niggas
got
debt?
Trick
question
We
all
do
nigga
shit,
which
niggas
got
next?
They
say
it′s
All
you
nigga,
the
savior
the
truth,
all
the
shit
that
they
call
you
Its
on
you
nigga,
you
a
diamond
in
the
rough
they'll
try
and
pawn
you
Or
con
you,
so
please
don′t
trip
on
the
shit
and
the
slits
that
We
fall
through
nigga,
and
they
selling
to
the
masses
Get
some
bitches
smack
some
asses?
Help
my
Mama
pay
her
taxes
I'm
conflicted,
plus
we
financially
restricted
Get
rich
and
blow
it
all
the
mentalities
encrypted
when
we're
young
Like
fucking
bitches
raw
when
we′re
sprung
And
pull
on
any
nigga
disrespecting
where
I′m
from
Like
I
don't
got
a
gun,
nigga
run
when
you
see
me
Lowkey,
only
emulating
shit
I
see
on
TV
All
that
shit
that
they
showed
us,
make
a
nigga
wanna
throw
up
Gang
signs
that
we
throw
up
cause
our
poppas
never
showed
up
No
Popopvich
to
show
us,
you′re
block
ain't
real
its
just
so
Cops
can
make
quota,
the
give
you
diabetes
sell
you
Pop
or
sell
you
soda,
and
hoping
that
you
slip
And
if
you
ever
get
a
grip
and
if
you
pop
and
if
you
blow
up
You
got
24
cousins
trying
to
ask
you
for
a
favour
Aunt
Gina′s
gonna
die,
what
twenty
tracks
is
going
to
save
her?
Not
quite
nigga,
guess
I
made
it
off
of
waivers
Not
hype
nigga,
rap
was
looking
for
a
savior
I'll
bite
nigga,
just
let
me
string
up
the
torch
Dreams
of
blowing
up
the
states
and
being
King
Of
The
North
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