Long Johnny, Diegus - No Word of a Lie Lyrics

Under pressure gonna crack just like the cocaine
Crazy hair like noodles call mandem lo mane
Guy with a crazy mane and a bag of dutch
Plans today? Not much
You don’t know me, but i just gotta toke a rollie my smoke is holy like the grail and it’s for sale
You look pale have a mug of mead some ale make you feel better never fails
Flavour bitter
And you know i’m a sinner like the joker be my christian bail
Be my nemo we set sail like tekashi with no bail flow wasabi so watch me hammer nails In my coffin
You seen me coughing
You seen my pot? I’m all in
Didn’t start young but it’s just for fun might as well nothing else in my lungs
But tar
Might as well write bars, doubt i’ll go far but we’ll see
Not world star no rock lee smoke broccoli no glocks
Weapons mass seduction like Cocks
Clocks at four twenty we got plenty lil more than a glass of henny
Have more than many maybe few labatt's blues Catch 22 now you’re blue
The party's thru and your shit ain't new
It’s whack
I cant hack the way they slack on the beats say
Less, my shits fresh to death
From the womb to the tomb
I come thru doom looms assume the worst
Generation cursed
Overstimulation from phones is in our bones its
No wonder why we feel so alone
Got me feeling like a crab in a bucket
But fuck it
Cause i found my new religion
Bars to me is breadcrumbs to a pigeon
It’s not hard, makes me feel just like the bard
Moving slow in the beat like lard
It’s detrimental i run on an instrumental
Picking meat out my cleats like its a track meet
My flow is fire so my bread becomes toast
Montreal artists out here doing the most
New to the game and i didn’t come to boast
But my Cash like the lazy river, sit back and float
Sends a shiver, like my spider senses tingling
Sorry my bad vibes are lingering
Fire fit and the bling on lock
Pair it up with my socks and crocs
She ask “what you got in stock”
Can’t tell you, but it’s a lot in store
I run a block flip the rock maybe more
But i don’t fuck with glocks no guns
I see it I don’t walk I run
It ain’t no fun
When your friend laying on the pavement
Oh you feel bad? Save it
He got hit thrice in the chest
Shrapnel like rice i wish he wore a vest
As this shit unfolds it shouldn’t be bold
To say we need some more gun control
Now i sit back all depressed
Vexed and perplexed wondering
Who’s next?
For X it was cause he was well dressed
They wanted his Louis bag, what a drag
This ain’t cod there ain’t no lag
And you can’t reset when you pull the trigger that’s it and when he’s hit
You gotta watch the life drain from his eyes i despise
That we do this to one another
Think about the mothers
Who lost a child
If I lost my sister
I’d go wild, never survive
No word of a lie

Under pressure gonna crack just like the cocaine
Crazy hair like noodles call mandem lo mane
Guy with a crazy mane and a bag of dutch
Plans today? Not much
You don’t know me, but i just gotta toke a rollie my smoke is holy like the grail and it’s for sale
You look pale have a mug of mead some ale make you feel better never fails
Flavour bitter
And you know i’m a sinner like the joker be my christian bail
Be my nemo we set sail like tekashi with no bail flow wasabi so watch me hammer nails In my coffin
You seen me coughing
You seen my pot? I’m all in
Didn’t start young but it’s just for fun might as well nothing else in my lungs
But tar
Might as well write bars, doubt i’ll go far but we’ll see
Not world star no rock lee smoke broccoli no glocks
Weapons mass seduction like Cocks
Clocks at four twenty we got plenty lil more than a glass of henny
Have more than many maybe few labatt's blues Catch 22 now you’re blue
The party's thru and your shit ain't new
It’s whack
I cant hack the way they slack on the beats say
Less, my shits fresh to death
From the womb to the tomb
I come thru doom looms assume the worst
Generation cursed
Overstimulation from phones is in our bones its
No wonder why we feel so alone
Got me feeling like a crab in a bucket
But fuck it
Cause i found my new religion
Bars to me is breadcrumbs to a pigeon
It’s not hard, makes me feel just like the bard
Moving slow in the beat like lard
It’s detrimental i run on an instrumental
Picking meat out my cleats like its a track meet
My flow is fire so my bread becomes toast
Montreal artists out here doing the most
New to the game and i didn’t come to boast
But my Cash like the lazy river, sit back and float
Sends a shiver, like my spider senses tingling
Sorry my bad vibes are lingering
Fire fit and the bling on lock
Pair it up with my socks and crocs
She ask “what you got in stock”
Can’t tell you, but it’s a lot in store
I run a block flip the rock maybe more
But i don’t fuck with glocks no guns
I see it I don’t walk I run
It ain’t no fun
When your friend laying on the pavement
Oh you feel bad? Save it
He got hit thrice in the chest
Shrapnel like rice i wish he wore a vest
As this shit unfolds it shouldn’t be bold
To say we need some more gun control
Now i sit back all depressed
Vexed and perplexed wondering
Who’s next?
For X it was cause he was well dressed
They wanted his Louis bag, what a drag
This ain’t cod there ain’t no lag
And you can’t reset when you pull the trigger that’s it and when he’s hit
You gotta watch the life drain from his eyes i despise
That we do this to one another
Think about the mothers
Who lost a child
If I lost my sister
I’d go wild, never survive
No word of a lie