Jon Connor - Cold Wind Blows (Intro) lyrics

[Intro: Jon Connor & DJ Don Cannon] The more people sleep on me, I exist Hit the studio and make more sh** (Cannon) Instead of just getting pissed or quit Or throw a fit I tell them all s** a dick I'm doing this for Michigan (The Cannon Michigan you ready?!) [?] Oh how I love you so (Hahaha) My last mixtape was only two months ago So now they see Nobody can f** with me So don't try to keep up with me [Bridge: Jon Connor & DJ Don Cannon] Yo Cannon lets do it (I'm ready, step back) Yeah, if you listening to this right now It must mean it's my motherf**ing birthday (Talk that sh**) Yeah and this is my gift to you (The Cannon) Shoutout to [?] what's happening? It's your n***a J Free (Don Cannon) Shout to [?] All y'all let a monster let loose on the world (The Cannon) [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Am I Insane or a genius? I think I live on the border My brain is cluttered, my thoughts need to be sorted by hoarders n***as on bullsh**, word to the horn of a tourists I torment the doorman, my buzzard's swarming without a warning (x2) I deserve this, for all of this working f** that, I deserve to see Kim Kardashian shirtless in person Nowadays, I could f** two s*uts, bust two nuts, and think about the days I used to lie and tell hoes I only needed two pumps That too much? Well let me use that time to bring proof up My sh** is too dope I encourage you to shoot up Wait where my pen? "Here I am" This lyrical h**ne n***as shoot off at the mouth like they mouth was the barrel when Hoes if you love me then, f** me then While you weak n***as on the other end, f**ing with a chubby friend My run will be the closest to Biggie, Pac, and Pun again So when I rhyme I do this for, each and everyone of them I'm so sick and tired of this youtube sh** I fall off a ladder and get a million of youtube hits So how the f** is that the way companies choose music? That's just a way for them to sit on their a** and not do sh** That's why this sh** don't improve Because you so stuck on the views Tell them to do what they do, they get on a stage and get boo'd I will not be taking critique from a dude in a suit Bombing on n***as get nuked Stand in my way and then BOOM My lines is limitless Screaming "f** you n***as!" like a feminist I figured that when I be feeling this feeling my pen will be ending your privileges Cinema sh**, n***as are actors, Imma just send you a script But I'm from Flint n***as will just shoot you Hell yeah they'll send you a clip Don't be a target or dead artist Because in Flint, blood on the floor is the closest we'll ever get to a red carpet Think you fly? But I see the nervousness I'm causing turbulence when I murder sh** Hoes give me the cat like Eartha Kitt From birth of this, beef get shredded up Ain't letting up, headed up "Yeah he a competitor, yup he get better and better" That's word to my varsity letting y'all n***as be acting funny No I don't rap for money but I'm going to be rich as f** Because my mind stay attracted to money That was a gem but if people trying to get paid Because I stay dropping j**els more diamonds than Dallas Page I'm gone [Outro: Jon Connor & DJ Don Cannon] That's how you start a motherf**ing mixtape! (You already know) Best in the world! The People's Rapper LP For Michigan. My home sweet home This is the People's Rapper Cannon All Varsity Music We back You wasn't expecting us so soon I'm sorry, maybe I should've called first Salute to Eminem (Cannon, step back) Sign me