Jon Connor - Ones (Strip Club Crush) lyrics

Guess who's back, it ain't a f**in' question They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend f** what you heard it's murda, murda, you gon' need protection Some n***as blinded, couldn't see, so look for me to come and give direction Who hold the crown, it ain't no conversation I'm being modest should be silent Unless you payin' homage, remain the hottest n***as can't stop us, that's just being honest And makin' hits, I never had problems much in that department Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest, n***a For everyone of you, there's a hundred more and I've watched them come and go My track record ain't coincidental And these verses is like hearses consistently k**in' all with instrumentals Tell me, f** what would ya'll do without me k** yourself or even think of something crazy 'bout me I'm like I leave your f**in' champ, now watch me rope a dope Just watch him choke, cause everythin' I drop is dope Now watch 'em all go up in smoke I came here to raise hell, I can't lie One shot, one k**, it's real, I ain't hidin' You on't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die And never get it f**ed up, I got shooters for hire Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the f** up, over guns so I try Now that weak sh** will never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys Look, what the f**, I was just chillin' in the cut And no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up You funny f** like twenty bucks, I know your s*ut will let me f** I told my city "Hold me down", now look how high they hold me up I'm Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts till I was old enough to cuss Was kissin' b**hes after lunch, now that's a muthaf**in' rush Still in highschool, I was f**in' n***as b**hes on the hush So no questions, it's no panties in a muthaf**in' must It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper I'm the rapture on the mornin' after You lackin' pa**ion, you ain't bad, you just a wack distraction I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Tony Braxton Where your sisters at? Let's get it crackin' Look, I was young, I was broke Had no hope, so I wrote, that's how I cope I went hard with no results New approach, same truth Just get ready, aim, shoot then get bing, bang, woof So they better bring troops because I came here to raise hell, I can't lie One shot, one k**, it's real, I ain't hidin' You on't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die And never get it f**ed up, I got shooters for hire Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the f** up, over guns so I try I had weak sh**, we'll never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys