Current Events

Yeah run bitch run
Fucking tricked like a bitch thinking you're number one
It seems Lil Johnny just got another gun
They loaded him up and pointed his ass at the hood for fun

Guarded by police that like to choke
While being fed music with no hope
Lil Johnny get that pure fucking dope
He was taught that any friction should bring smoke

Pushing everything for both nose and vein
Drop a couple of dots and roll that shit up for the pain
Anything to cloud the mind as we move through this void
To live unaware of his surroundings can no longer be afford

Current events tells Lil johnny he doesn't have long for this world
If the choke hold doesn't get him, those boys are going to make his toes curl
The song lyrics are praises to the darkness
Pushed through the airwaves begging for death in their starkness

Reminding Lil Johnny he comes from nothing
And even if he dies tonight at least he died with something
But on his way to the grave he's collecting bodies
He only needs a dj and a preacher to make sure that hell's a party

The dope and the music says call of these ladies "bitches"
The industry says spit that negativity if you want these riches
Fucking fuck them hoes like their pussies are nothing but holes
Piss babies out your pole, then bounce, that's the way that you roll

Run bitch run, Lil Johnny likes to roll tight
Blunts are his thing, he doesn't fuck with the bong or pipe
He fucked around and ran into that crew, while listen to "Tonight Is The Night"
Catching two in the chest he couldn't help thinking that current events was right