Jon Connor - You Don't Really Want It lyrics

[Intro] Listen to me, learn from me I wasn't the best because I k**ed quickly I was the best because the crowd loved me Win the crowd, and you'll win your freedom I will win the crowd I'll give them something they've never seen before [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Look, I ain't play games, homie, I ain't got time Especially when I do this for my homies that done got time Imma do this for the city, every hot line Go to every block, every hood, every corner, every stop-sign I just wanna get it for the days that I was living in the hood Wait a minute, I don't even know if you can call it living Pay attention, cause at any given minute You be chilling with your n***as and be witness to a k**ing, ho Grew up on the north side, north side n***a to the fullest, I was quicker than a bullet That was going past the window and saw nothing And I'm coming for the crime, what the f** you think I'm here for? Make no mistake about it, fake sh** I can't allow it Trapped in this game, now I can't get out it You want that real sh**, and I feel the same about it I was in the trenches just like you Wondering how the f** Imma get through I don't have a plan, but I know one thing: Gotta get up out of this motherf**er, and I can't lose Eyes on the prize, and I know I can't quit Never gonna fail, so I'm on my sh** Gotta keep going and I can't look back Took on the world and now it's on my back, back Back up, homie, don't act up I'm from Fly City where this rap sh** really ain't a factor And when them kilos on your back and make a Motherf**ing backpacker pack up On some other sh**, them was the odds I was up against So I ain't phased by none of this Cause in reality, I love that sh** For all the grinding I was doing, I ain't no one you was f**ing with [Bridge] See, I've been on my hustle for a minute Now it's really time to get it So it's only fair I'm letting them know That I'm a motherf**ing animal, it's true You don't want me coming for you Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, cause yo [Hook] You don't really want it, nah (Come and step to the floor, you already know That I'm too cold with the microphone I'm beastmode, better leave it alone) You don't really want it, nah (Cause I came too far to stop Regardless I'm off the wall, chip off the block I'm a monster, watch b**h, better call the cops) [Verse 2: Snow Tha Product] Welcome to the Hunger Games You give up your whole life but get tons of fame There's rappers who don't write but get companies Making of with their souls for a chunk of change I got more profits than those, y'all so dumb to chase But they popped off all the time, but they a bum today Man, I got that Glock that I tote make you cuff your chain You see my pockets is gordo, you chubby chase? I got a plot to take over this continent While I'm over-thinking, all these b**hes are there gossiping So Imma take a spliff, take a hit, something monstrous Cause I really quit but I think I've been locked in And all this bullsh** and I'm sick of the politics I'm gonna show you which really b**h but it's obvious All of these hoes really want to just party and molly And violence and bottles and popping and dropping And opposite, that is just me, are you taunting them? All they admire us, not in that guapa sh** Alternately, I think I'm gonna stop the gig Talk to them, all b**hes wearing this God-given Oculus urge of confidence I'm just subconscious sh** trying to make all y'all get y'all b**hes Hearing my sh** but I'm not spitting anymore lessons Bae, do what you wish, I ain't gon' stress Man, you finna get little Miss Snow from oh wait where I spit All about selling d** and the things that I did Cause I done sell 'tapes and I toured And I ripped all these stages from East to the West And these kids and these magazine covers just don't give a sh** What the f**? You want Product? I'll give you a fix this is it [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Webby] C-Webby be carnivorous, bars rippin', sh** I'm the boss, people be calling me Sarge in this b**h Make a mess, gotta keep a f**ing tarp and a whip As I keep evolving, just like Darwin predicts So it's off with his head and I'm off with his chick Keep it calm till I flip, then I'm off in this b**h f** Dawn of the Dead sh** I got grown men hiding under their bed Thinking that monster exist Cooking up that east coast dough With a pad and a pen and the words that I wrote Every syllable invented that's enclosed and in quotes Are too complex for most folk, but you know I'm a ghost in the booth, can't see me though Hard body with the flow, C3PO Lost track of all the f**ing Sour D we rolled So high, Major Tom can't reach me bro (Shh) Yo it's Major Tom and, you don't really want it So everyone can s** my dick without a condom on it I'm just full of that chronic, gin no tonic Couple capsules in my pocket Know I'm gonna rock it, feeling so right Going psychotic, they feeling my rhymes Sipping Hpnotiq, and I'm losing my mind Roll back another time cause I'm just a... Motherf**er with the coldest flow CT to the Poconos, you better hold the phone Before you leave with a broken nose I'm so dope that I think I'm 'bout to overdose Now I'm feelin' like I'm really 'bout to go the road That ain't chose by most men, so I go alone Into the dark side How could I have sold my soul? I never had one, b**h! Motherf**er, let's go! [Bridge] [Hook]