WHOA Lyrics

J III on the beat people!

We Gone!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We gone

When you getting big bags, yeah, they love to hate you

No ties rain on them like mother nature

John Greasy going in like a liquor license

This one's for my little sis, rest in peace to Bison

Most consistent in my city without a major plug

I did it from the mud, stayed on my dig dug

Not one smudge, my record still squeaky clean

John Greasy skirting off Lightning McQueen

What you mean he don't deserve it

Man, that's hella cap

Matter of fact, tell the bank, tellers that

My name not in the lights, call it propaganda

I call a spade black and white, stayed on my panda

John Greasy been the boss, no ken to danza

If you do the research, that's my final answer

Brand Season four, lions den hear me roar

Eagle wings, time to soar, love for the encores

Playlist, let it stream, no time to play, I

Go hard, cross them over, rap games, A.I.

Too many flows, don't know how we coming

Damalline tracksuits, so my Philip Drummond

Different strokes for all the ladies, all in my DM

AM to PM, making time to see him

Locked and loaded, no keys, I was born in the booth

My mother gave me the mic and said, spit the truth

Umbilical cord around my neck, I almost died at birth

50-50, God did, yeah, for what it's worth

I'm the king's kid, I got my own grid

I just push the buttons now, it is what it is

Brand owner times five, you can check the stats

That's before the plaques, no turning back

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

My congregation around the nation, authentication

On all occasions, we not playing reciprocation

Rio Grande, do it big, I need a lot of space

Let me call NASA, sis, make some space

New rocketeer, look up, he's out of here

No puppeteer, I pull the strings round here

It really don't matter if you don't believe me

Ask the real east side, Lord forgive me

Monumental in itself, I need Orion's belt

Too many stacks in my pocket, need a little help

Constellations know me well, I'm the big picture

You should make my statue now, permanent fixture

Cruise ships rocking, Jonz was popping

Time to take that world tour, it's the only option

Motion picture, no edits, find me in the credits

That's across the board, so I never sweat it

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We gone

We gone

We gone