John Wayne - Brodnax, Adam Calhoun

Hey there pilgrim

Anybody tell you you’re sittin' in my chair?

Move

I’m the John Wayne of the rap game

You suckers had a tool, I want it back mane

You ain’t supposed to do it like that mane

That’s whack, that’s lame, cock back, bang

I’m the John Wayne of the rap game

You suckers had a tool, I want it back mane

You ain’t supposed to do it like that mane

That’s whack, that’s lame, cock back, bang

Somebody’s gotta do it baby, why not me?

I don’t know who lied to you but y’all ain’t Gs

Fourth down and a couple yards left

I hope you motherfuckers don’t run out of breath

Fight to the death

Reputation on the line every time

They told me to relax but I don’t know how

I got back on my grind and I ain’t slowin' down

Treat a hater like pine straw and let 'em fuel the fire

Shit, just to get it in

Tell the paparazzi come and get a flick

Papa’s tell you how to do it super big

Super duper sick, fast fueler bitch, hooligan

Who is this?

Who he think he is?

Rap game John Wayne

Cock back, bang on the lane

Ain’t no disrespect, makin' sure you know the name

'Cause after this shit drop it won’t ever be the same

Mane, mane

I’m the John Wayne of the rap game

You suckers had a tool, I want it back mane

You ain’t supposed to do it like that mane

That’s whack, that’s lame, cock back, bang

I’m the John Wayne of the rap game

You suckers had a tool, I want it back mane

You ain’t supposed to do it like that mane

That’s whack, that’s lame, cock back, bang

I’ma smack you in your head like your daddy

Ride around town in a camo wrapped Caddy

Country rap at us

Finest motherfucker talk shit all you gotta do is tell me where’s the addy

I’ma pull up like an Uber and my dude ridin' shotgun is a shooter

And he kinda stupid, gotta couple screws loose

He been ridin' with me since we were drinkin' Kool Aid and eatin' Ramen Noodles

Same guy with me since we were at the bottom

Barely made it through school, never went to college

Whole bunch of hot heads, never was the loudest

Now I sell out shows and I’m always where the crowd is

How’s it I don’t ever walk with security?

Who the fuck murderin' me?

(Motherfucker)

I don’t fear no man, no hand gonna touch the damn hair on my head

You gon' end up dead mane, mane

I’m the John Wayne of the rap game

You suckers had a tool, I want it back mane

You ain’t supposed to do it like that mane

That’s whack, that’s lame, cock back, bang

I’m the John Wayne of the rap game

You suckers had a tool, I want it back mane

You ain’t supposed to do it like that mane

That’s whack, that’s lame, cock back, bang