John Anthony - Massive Appeal Lyrics

Aye
Y'all jog when you in a race, I don't even need to hesitate
How can I fire back at mother fuckers who already sleepin' in their graves
Everybody try'na get a taste, stay grounded but I levitate
Why in the fuck would I try to resolve a solution, I like when it escalates
Need space like I'm NASA, make waves when I blast off
Strike down like I'm lightnin', givin' the full view like I'm a plasma
Mother fuckers try'na pop back, but they ain't even makin' contact
I be in the game dominating, when you on the sides doin' broadcast
I'm on fire like usual, 400 degrees like Juvenile
The only way you gettin' recognition is when we gather at your funeral
The feelin' I have isn't mutual, triple X not the numeral
You try'na compare 'em to Pac, then y'all mothers fuckers are really delusional
You mad at the shit on my website, so you try to come at me but next time
You takin' a shot at me, try not to freeze up like a deer in the headlights
Mother fuckers try to face me, 'cause everybody kinda hates me
You ain't go do nothin' mother fucker, better watch how you say things
You 'bout'a feel a 22 glock
Fire at will, hit from the top
Ain't gonna heal, dead on the spot
Spin of the wheel, get what you want
Poppin' a pill, not from the docs
Thinkin' you real, know that you not
Massive appeal but I ain't no Nas
Automobile pulls in your block
You 'bout'a feel a 22 glock
Fire at will, hit from the top
Ain't gonna heal, dead on the spot
Spin of the wheel, get what you want
Poppin' a pill, not from the docs
Thinkin' you real, know that you not
Massive appeal, but I ain't no Nas, boy
I'm comin' in hot, hit from the back
Stumble and drop, pop in a mag
Before in a coffin, you in a bag
Draw you in chalk and number your ass
You wanna talk but I don't do that
Lightin' a spark but we ain't a match
This is the part where I'm in attack
Fuck it, I'm back but what am I settlin' for
I need to send 'em some more
You actin' like shit that I was droppin' last year wasn't better than yours
My shit will never be weaker, I did it without any features
Now I got new shit for you mother fuckers to blast up in your speakers
I ain't not playin' games, sendin' dick pics to your mom on her laptop
Bitch I ain't no millionaire, I don't need stacks to prove I am a jackpot
You tell me I ain't shit but you comin' back to me like I'm the crack spot
So fuck it, I give you hits so you got shit to bump to on the blacktop
I ain't no model to kids, they can go suck on a dick, for all that I give
You would think some mother fucker would give me some type of assist
But nobody did, fuck it what everyone thinks
Y'all mother fuckers a bitch, you makin' me sick
I ain't no fighter with fist but I can hit you with the pen, god damn, whoa
You 'bout'a feel a 22 glock
Fire at will, hit from the top
Ain't gonna heal, dead on the spot
Spin of the wheel, get what you want
Poppin' a pill, not from the docs
Thinkin' you real, know that you not
Massive appeal but I ain't no Nas
Automobile pulls in your block
You 'bout'a feel a 22 glock
Fire at will, hit from the top
Ain't gonna heal, dead on the spot
Spin of the wheel, get what you want
Poppin' a pill, not from the docs
Thinkin' you real, know that you not
Massive appeal, but I ain't no Nas, boy

Aye
Y'all jog when you in a race, I don't even need to hesitate
How can I fire back at mother fuckers who already sleepin' in their graves
Everybody try'na get a taste, stay grounded but I levitate
Why in the fuck would I try to resolve a solution, I like when it escalates
Need space like I'm NASA, make waves when I blast off
Strike down like I'm lightnin', givin' the full view like I'm a plasma
Mother fuckers try'na pop back, but they ain't even makin' contact
I be in the game dominating, when you on the sides doin' broadcast
I'm on fire like usual, 400 degrees like Juvenile
The only way you gettin' recognition is when we gather at your funeral
The feelin' I have isn't mutual, triple X not the numeral
You try'na compare 'em to Pac, then y'all mothers fuckers are really delusional
You mad at the shit on my website, so you try to come at me but next time
You takin' a shot at me, try not to freeze up like a deer in the headlights
Mother fuckers try to face me, 'cause everybody kinda hates me
You ain't go do nothin' mother fucker, better watch how you say things
You 'bout'a feel a 22 glock
Fire at will, hit from the top
Ain't gonna heal, dead on the spot
Spin of the wheel, get what you want
Poppin' a pill, not from the docs
Thinkin' you real, know that you not
Massive appeal but I ain't no Nas
Automobile pulls in your block
You 'bout'a feel a 22 glock
Fire at will, hit from the top
Ain't gonna heal, dead on the spot
Spin of the wheel, get what you want
Poppin' a pill, not from the docs
Thinkin' you real, know that you not
Massive appeal, but I ain't no Nas, boy
I'm comin' in hot, hit from the back
Stumble and drop, pop in a mag
Before in a coffin, you in a bag
Draw you in chalk and number your ass
You wanna talk but I don't do that
Lightin' a spark but we ain't a match
This is the part where I'm in attack
Fuck it, I'm back but what am I settlin' for
I need to send 'em some more
You actin' like shit that I was droppin' last year wasn't better than yours
My shit will never be weaker, I did it without any features
Now I got new shit for you mother fuckers to blast up in your speakers
I ain't not playin' games, sendin' dick pics to your mom on her laptop
Bitch I ain't no millionaire, I don't need stacks to prove I am a jackpot
You tell me I ain't shit but you comin' back to me like I'm the crack spot
So fuck it, I give you hits so you got shit to bump to on the blacktop
I ain't no model to kids, they can go suck on a dick, for all that I give
You would think some mother fucker would give me some type of assist
But nobody did, fuck it what everyone thinks
Y'all mother fuckers a bitch, you makin' me sick
I ain't no fighter with fist but I can hit you with the pen, god damn, whoa
You 'bout'a feel a 22 glock
Fire at will, hit from the top
Ain't gonna heal, dead on the spot
Spin of the wheel, get what you want
Poppin' a pill, not from the docs
Thinkin' you real, know that you not
Massive appeal but I ain't no Nas
Automobile pulls in your block
You 'bout'a feel a 22 glock
Fire at will, hit from the top
Ain't gonna heal, dead on the spot
Spin of the wheel, get what you want
Poppin' a pill, not from the docs
Thinkin' you real, know that you not
Massive appeal, but I ain't no Nas, boy