SUBMIT LYRICS
Top 100
Album releases
artists
Community
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Correction Lyrics
Work Of Art
by
Jon Connor
Featuring(s) : DJ Paul, Jarren Benton & Locksmith
Back
Lyrics
[DJ Paul] Yo, this your boy DJ Paul, KOM Man, what the f*ck's up with these niggas, man? Since when is it cool to be a bitch ass nigga, huh? What happened to all the real niggas? Niggas that would pull up and blast your motherf*ckin' ass by the parking meter Not put you on blast on social media How the f*ck is beatin' p*ssy the old days And bein' a p*ssy is the new wave? It was easier to find Bin Laden in a motherf*ckin' cave across seas Than to find a real nigga on your own motherf*ckin' street 'Cause they lockin' em all up and throwin' away the key Then you got the ones that's safe, the ones that'll tell us, they say Not the ones that's rebellious, they said "Hide them motherf*ckers" I say f*ck all these motherf*ckin' f*ck ass, sucka ass, fake ass Motherf*ckin' bitch niggas out here Mafia [Jon Connor] I got a queen by my side, bitch, I don't need a side chick f*ck you and your fake ass, f*ck you and your fake tits Who give a f*ck if I'm rich? I don't need autotune Boy, don't play with my pitch Boy, don't f*ck with my drip This the shit that they missed, I'm out here signin' like Flint This as real as it get, I want my kids to be great I don't want my kids to be straight, I want my kids to own things I don't want my kids to own rings, I want my kids to own teams I don't want my kids to be blind, I don't want my kids to get signed I want my kids to go grind, and find what they lack inside Then be surrounded by like minds, look Niggas prob'ly like, "that's too deep", but that's the burden When you're wise enough to move sheep You can manifest a dream, but you're too sleep Everybody see the problem, only few speak All of you niggas is corny, still ain't find your swag and you up in your 40s, be wifin' a stripper that's f*ckin' the homies And duckin' outta takin' care of your shorty, clown It's like somehow the real niggas and lame niggas just switched positions, I just don't get it But I will never conform so if you don't f*ck with me Don't make me no difference I will not make music that send you to prison Or have you strung out, I see the bigger picture This world is scarin' me, real is a rarity, sellin' your soul For a lil' popularity, ugh [Jarren Benton] I been at odds with God I had my heart discard, that turned me dark and scarred It was go hard or starve, listen I tried to murder myself, but I was too p*ssy to die They tried to push me aside, I had to fight my way out of the hole Though it took me some time, homicide on my mind Niggas die in they prime, so I ride with my iron The irony, niggas could die anytime Don't know when the reaper gon' dial up your line They twist off your cap like a bottle of Hein' Watch how they throw shade, they want all of your shine Snakes in the field, it's like all different kind You paranoid, Jarren, that's all in your mind Bitch, I won't be fine until all of 'em dying Homicide, homicide, gonna die, gun or knife Y'all niggas are bitches, I hunt 'em on a summer night (ugh) The blade feel sharp as a piranha bite And she gon' do the most with a hundred [?] f*ck y'all niggas, oh you want advice? When the gun go (bang), run for ya life These niggas pray on your demise The devils alive, word to the wise (wicked) No morals or ethics, these niggas so p*ssy They'll prob'ly get pregnant From GA to Texas my niggas connected However you want it, you know you can get it I come for your head, you get scratched off my checklist I eat 'em for breakfast like Chex Mix Bitch, I am sicker than tetanus, I pull up and pop pop And knock off your block just like Tetris Bitch The cooning's always been there. People know when they're cooning (people know when they're cooning) It-It takes practice to be a coon They don't even know they're brainwashed, it's sad They don't even know they're brainwashed, it's sad They don't even know they're brainwashed, it's sad And you know, there was a time when you could justify that by saying, "Well, there's nothing else we can do. We have to do this, the people will not pay us to do anything but this", but that's not true anymore; you don't have to do that now If you do that now, you're making a choice [Locksmith] Look, what do you see when you look in the mirror? What you expect when you look to emir? Man is your god and you manically vie for position Opinions are what you hold dear Y'all niggas lookin' at me like I'm weird My life is mine, I don't live for my peers I periodically react methodically Turn all you bull-headed niggas to steers I stay away from the highs and the lows I keep it even despite what is chose Regardless of whether I win or I lose it Put it in music to channel my soul Sold and it seems like a fabric You're not a MC, you're an addict You're not a asset, you're elastic Every facet of your life is flaccid Back in the house with it, last in the game If you last in your lane and you all like to sing Niggas just follow the same, f*ck a melody Won't get a pass 'cause you rappin' Usain I see my life as a singular mission Beat all you pussies into a submission Beat out the best and I took every test And I brokered a part to improve my condition Y'all been conditioned to follow these trends I've been commissioned to scholar your pen I'm an anomaly, I'm the new prodigy No man is safe from what's hidin' within No one can find where the real niggas dwell Y'all rather follow these whistles and bells We the new standard, we firmly demand it We ain't gotta get it or be dead in a cell The People's Rapper
music video
Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.
Submit
Modal title
×
Insert media
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Remember me
Lost password
Sign in
Register