John 3:17 ft. Cee One Lyrics

Jeweled up, gold tones rolling like king cobras

Street rules, a true gangster got real moral

He was a hustler tryna make it to mogul

And a snitch lay stiff in the dirt for being vocal

See revenge had them up all night with no fatigue

Murder on the mind, make the hit relocate overseas

It's not a thing to move Florida keys

The power stretch-360 degrees Yao Ming

Locked in moving through the belly of the beast

Trying to keep low key with no sleep

Feeling four feet deep

A hungry wolf preying on stray sheep

Jumping out ever since he was a kid on these streets

He Dummy up when it come to bull

Forever holding the mud that's how he got pull

Stand point Eyes tucked low through his camouflage hood

A dry snitch get the same as a rat chopped & burn like wood

Guns drawn, shots in the air

The Age of the Enlightenment embodied by Voltaire

Feel the energy like a fully electric chair

Can’t compare or prepare for the flair

It’s the affair

He light up the sky like the ports in Dubai

Won't be the first time He fell to the forces inside

There's a soldier outside with fire all in his eyes and

The only thing he knows is that his enemies dies

If you talking bout money

Then you talkin' bout lives

But when we speak about success We say shoot at the skies

The boat capsized his body is baptized

In the holy water stuck & feeling all paralyzed

Waiting for divine intervention

What exists in the sky is his reflection

Changed the patterns of the perception

It raised the status of all awareness

Guns drawn, shots in the air

The Age of the Enlightenment embodied by Voltaire

Feel the energy like a fully electric chair

Can’t compare or prepare for the flair

It’s the affair