[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
They keep askin me, "Connor why you keep on putting out so much music?"
Cause the more I sh** on the game the more they try to refuse it
I drop whenever I want cause I got the talent to do it
Imma prove you f**ing doofus, keep thinking I'm a loser. (x3)
This the criteria when you feel like people ain't hearing ya
Mixtape every two months, god damn is this n***a serious, yea
Cuz now I feel like they backed me into a corner
They keep tryna f** me feel like they backed me into a p**no
Peep it, you motherf**ers ain't blind, I know u see it, while I go
So hard, look what I got to compete with
Whack n***as with deals with multi-millionaire dollar budgets
n***as with co-signs, that shine, cause of who they f** with
Sons and daughters of artist that make cause of they fathers
And whether they're good or not they gon' see B.E.T regardless
But I never get discouraged, keep going, I go the hardest!
sh** I'm just a kid from Flint tryna make it caught up in all this
[Hook: Jon Connor]
This what it feels like
When its real life
When the only way to survive is to k**s mics (is to k** mics)
So I k** mics (so I k** mics)
[Verse 2: Jon Connor]
Yeah yeah yeah yah yah
Why would I write this? Knowing half these people in the game would not like this
But they really don't like me anyway
So when I say
"it's looking like you n***as in the motherf**ing crisis!"
Cause I be spitting real and my voice is not high-pitched
And I dont wear jeans that are tighter than a vice grip
I like to wear jeans that I can pull-up over my dick
Reconz, I got drive like I drive without a license
n***as on my dick and talking sh** just like my side b**h
I don't want alot I just wanted a shot
I won't stop being hot whether you like it or not
I'm too good to be true, too good to be you
I'm too good for my own good
And I will not end up back in the hood
I'm tryna add it up
Maybe I wasn't wack enough
Or maybe my raps ain't bad enough
Or maybe I ain't said swag enough
But at the end of this, I'm the motherf**in heir to the throne
Ain't afraid to take a stand even if I'm standin alone, gone
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jon Connor]
To anyone who inquire
I am here to inspire
Thats why when I cypher its hot sh** like I'm lighting a diaper
I keep proving I got bars like im writing in rankers
Circle with life is what eight to nine priors behind them
Back in the day you do an album in a year you were straight
Now you gotta drop a song every day to be great
The n***as start falling off just tryna keep up the pace
And in a sense it be values all the music we make
So I guess, this is the part of the record when I direct us
Cause I'mma tell you right now just how long you can expect this
'Till the world know my name, and everybody respect it
Pull off, my strongest effort, I gotta make 'em accept it
And when they do, just know exactly where my mind is
Still making sure every rhyme is timeless
A mixtape is a vehicle for each of my goals
But my albums is a piece of my soul
SO GET READY