Con - Saxophone lyrics

[INTO: Eminem quote] "Anybody can anything they set their mind to It depends on how bad you want it." [VERSE 1] I'ma crash all internet servers Yeah I walk on waves, and I kick surfers Serve me like a servant I need connection maybe this time I'll get service You serve no purpose like a b**h at a party shirtless This is so hot like two shorties squirting, In each other's mouths At her momma's house Oh I've been a nut since the first time I beat one out Five star restaurants where I need to be when I'm eating out Cheech and Chong lifestyle [?] Getting married to the game just exchanged my vows Rolling up Peach White Owls Up late like night owls Lets have a meeting like right now I want seven figures, that's something you should right down I'm sky high so you know you out my sight now I want a nice car, in my damn garage Dreams that we'll live, ain't no mirage If I ever get a Grammy give that sh** to Nas Oh I'm k**ing in my blood line, Greek Gods All this past time, nothing but practice I'ma have a five star tape, on DatPiff Look up Greek mythology I feel like Atlas Smoking mad spliffs, with a bad chick Once I'm on the radio I know you'll be mad pissed, dawg! Don't ever try to stop me, or you can s** my dad's dick! [Hook] Don't get jazzy on me, I'll beat you with a saxophone Till I crack your back and bones Bomb your crib and blast your home You got sk**, that's why them labels leave your a** alone Don't think you can run b**h I'll track your phone I don't k** people best believe I'll crack your dome Rappers softer than a toilet paper roll Your career going straight in the toilet bowl I murder tracks, bullet in the skull [VERSE 2] I'm a ticking time bomb, you don't want to start me Please retire like Charles Barkley I'm focused like when JAY-Z was stuck in Marcy I've been stuck in Hell since I felt my heart beat I do it for the love of music all that bullsh** on the radio is stupid I'ma get rich watch me do it Working all week for them sh**ty pay checks My CD dope I swear to God when you buy where gloves out of latex Smoking blunts after great s** Plotting on dreams where the escape next Well I got million dollar rap journals With knowledge above you like crop circles I'ma stack this green and smoke the bud that's purple Pissing on careers like urinals RIP to Big L and ODB and 2Pac and BIG And all the other OGs I will shock and chill with, and blow OZs [Hook] Don't get jazzy on me, I'll beat you with a saxophone Till I crack your back and bones Bomb your crib and blast your home You got sk**, that's why them labels leave your a** alone Don't think you can run b**h I'll track your phone I don't k** people best believe I'll crack your dome Rappers softer than a toilet paper roll Your career going straight in the toilet bowl I murder tracks, bullet in the skull Once I'm on the radio I know you'll be mad pissed, dawg! Don't ever try to stop me, or you can s** my dad's dick I'm a ticking time bomb, you don't want to start me If I ever get a Grammy give that sh** to Nas Oh I'm k**ing in my blood line, Greek Gods If I ever get a Grammy give that sh** to Nas If I ever get a Grammy give that sh** to Nas [OUTRO] "Stay focused man, sky's the limit go all the way you know what I mean like, there's a lot of s**ers in every industry but you know do what you got to do and research the game. Who's making- who has the power in radio? Who has the power? Get next to them or become them."