Potter Payper - Johnny on the Spot lyrics

Now they say I'm popping
I make gangster rap pop brolly or the mop
It’s sweeping or it’s raining when they
Phone me for the
Like Johnny on the spot (Grahh)
Either you on it or you’re not
'Cause this life ain’t for the faint hearted
(Nah) or the half hearted (Nah)
How many man are just departed?
Man ah give a boy a side parting
When this 9's clarting
Where I'm from they kill you it’s
The curse of false pride darling

See this new season Gucci on an old school G
Bro still go through doors like
I go through beats
If i hit him with this right
I bet hе goes to sleep
You ain’t bad you neek
They say my way of painting
Pictures on a track's uniquе
I don’t rap for free
On the block, but they don’t trap for free
My coke’s magnific
It’s either trap or rap but
It’s mad that just what it has to be
So respectfully, i know nanny used to only
Want the best for me
Drug dealers try invest in me
I feel like life always testing me
Music’s bringing out the best on me
She rolls my spliff and put her legs on me
If I was you, I’d place your bets on me
Feature and my director’s fee
I made dua this was my destiny
I made dua this was my destiny

Now they say I'm popping
I make gangster rap pop brolly or the mop
It’s sweeping or it’s raining when
They phone me for the
Like Johnny on the spot (Grahh)
Either you on it or you’re not
'Cause this life ain’t for the faint hearted
(Nah) or the half hearted (Nah)
How many man are just departed?
Man ah give a boy a side parting
When this 9's clarting
Where I'm from they kill you it’s
The curse of false pride darling

Shit's been fucking with my mind lately
Trust, come in short supply lately
I’m one of one like my Skele AP
Loaded Glock 19 in this dinger A3
Chest out tryna put a boy on page 3
They gon’ shoot in broad day like a ACG
I’m paranoid plus I’m OCD
I got A Cat nightmares and main stage dreams
Manna really tryna get paid out by any means
So, when they saying "got you" you
Ain't deeping what they mean
Grip the Dione chef you out of your Celine
He got opened up like a tin of beans
Leave you stretched like limousines
I get smokey like screech
Don’t make me shoot like I’m Zinedine
I still got the rap game in a guillotine
Them man there are still
Talking to the gelatine
So I laugh I hear them say we're beefing
'Cah I just hear about them
And their mothers grieving
Everybody’s bad until they start leaking
Me I’m in the ocean where the sharks deep in
He was your bredrin, now your rah beefing
Thinking about 36 it gets my heart beating
I mean my heart breaking
I can’t explain the feeling
On the A13 in this car speeding

Now they say I'm popping
I make gangster rap pop brolly or the mop
It’s sweeping or it’s raining when
They phone me for the
Like Johnny on the spot (Grahh)
Either you on it or you’re not
'Cause this life ain’t for the faint hearted
(Nah) or the half hearted (Nah)
How many man are just departed?
Man ah give a boy a side parting
When this 9's clarting
Where I'm from they kill you it’s
The curse of false pride darling