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Jon Connor
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(Verse:Jon Connor) One of the realest to ever spit it 'Bout to lose it but I'm still winning Niggers say fuck me, they can't touch me But they still feel it I'm feeling great as I watch these people be fake If you ain't know me when I was broke I don't know you now that I'm straight Straight up,my weight up I run shit, can't wait up It's fuck y'all then break up My head strong, nigga say pop So what you get out of here And use your push it boy I'm so close to the edge I'm begging y'all to push me boy They got these rappers gased My tank is fucking empty They probably want me gone But the people keep fucking with me I know they want me out But in that I find comfort I rive for the cause Every track I'm burning rubber They say I'm tryin' condensate how niggers wack Shit I'm tired of saying it to the sad Part of it's the fact So why don't you tweet your favourite rapper And tell him to learn how to rap So I can change my subjects matters do them Love it or change the track
(Bridge) Y'all got to deal with me The people will feel me The people still with me I got 'em,I got 'em The realer shit is what they really want I got 'em, no problem So just know on the way you go
(Verse : Jon Connor) I'm the best of the world when niggers gon' say that Niggers should've knew that when they heard playback Niggers heard sounds like how you gon' pay that Told me KO that arcade yo that I get a whole lot of hair like the whole God no neck Walk type, rope sweet ,no neck Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In other words I don't plan on falling I'm about to fuck 'em up 'cause I'm focused I'm the ray for all you cockroaches Y'all on my platinum opening Why, 'cause my drive, in 4 wheel drive I can't let you slide, when I say I'm the truth Well I'm just being honest I'ma kill this shit That's a threat and a promise Murder is verse and here's my accomplice yo Y'all make way for my nigga Mick Wallace ,go
(Verse : Mickey Wallace) No play for the real ,to be sharp and to get tramp Or move to the side of the room 'Cause nobody really wanna be on a room stampede Stump holes in the game feeling hoose This the truth, everybody looking for Hook up rebelion in the streets Looking at a blue to turn green For the green gon' me And try to bloom, tuck up in their bloom and now they wanna Help 'em,let 'em go, no I won't Told 'em I don't play them games And I said kill Mike sincerous Little was I missing I'ma see my admission Of a rider who drive fast and fearless Pedal to the flow, it go vroom I see y'all still spinning your wheels Who the hell has anything better to do Real talk y'all tripping like broke eels That's my word anybody wanna throw that Should've sworn to the gong I throw some parmezan So strongly formed when I born Nigga bring World War III home This that part when I gonna get 'em Ever this is relevant just see this I would get 'em Buddy make a rapper and whoever coming with 'em I'm a hunk and with me when they wanna split 'em Mic so nasty still in time to clean your clock Still no fisky making these hits to my honey And my honey gonna still be stopped And at the end then my girl real Will get praise for what I did here 'Cause that brief I've been living in fear Who you know do it like this Here talk to now
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