Jon Connor – The Pain Lyrics
Jon Connor The Pain Lyrics
I tell a b***h n***a “get some”
Yeah n***a get some
When I hit the room here the fake a*s and tits come
They say that hip-hop dead
Well I guess they must’ve missed one
Drop a double album of that real n***a s**t
This is disc one
Got your city locked up like my niqqas locked up
How you sleepin’ on me when this s**t is wakin’ Pac up
Fat lady singin’ this the opera
Did it my way like Sinatra
Shotta… yeah this n***a got one
You a son of a b***h like I saw your pops run
In Flint all we hear is bang bang like when pops—
F**k that rap niqqas claim gangs when they not one
In Flint we hear shots don’t no cops come
Y’all say that y’all are paid But y’all money young n***a jailbait
With these bars I’m not the one you want that’s a cellmate
Have you motherfvckers with that I-ain’t-make-bail face
Servin’ up this hot s**t
Devil’s pot hell cakes
Holy grail holy s**t I’m smilin’ like holy Mase
Strip club miracles we made it rain for 40 days
And 40 nights I kill s**t n***a don’t waste your only life
It’s only right you really a b***h when you ain’t on the mic
I know the type
Is it real son Is it really real son
Let me know it’s real son if it’s really real
Somethin’ I can feel son load it up and kill one
Want a ordeal son If it’s really real
Look; go ‘head and step in the fire
A moth to a lighter the truth
Look how I talk to these liars
My hood they’re closin’ down the Krogers and Meijers
You think you fresh but your flow done expired
My flow done inspired
Riots Bill now let me give you the science
Let me explain where I came from the cloth I’m made from
I don’t wanna aim at you lames I throw grenades up
I done been through hell in a cell I been caged up
Yeah n***a word to Johnny Blaze I’m amazin’
When I was a little stereo
I listen to some Champion
I always wondered
When I would be the number one (right now n***a)
Now ya listenin’ to the Flint boy
Yes who else could it be
Any p***y come test me
Me am gon l!ck out dem brains
Look; y’all done f–ked the game up
Co-signin’ s**t y’all know that y’all should be ashamed of
But thank y’all for not cloggin’ my lane up
Watch me
That’s all you can do ’cause none of you niqqas can stop me
You lookin’ like Apollo Creed until he met Rocky
Get it understood that my niqqas got it locked
Key to success f**k a greatest rapper conversation if it’s not me
I’m the coldest that’s a easy answer
How is that for sittin’ in the hot seat
Better than your top three f**k it I’m my biggest fan
I’m from Flint yeah better known as KillaniqqaLand
Money too short to be the bigger man
Connor tried to feed you and you bit his hand
So I’m on my “f**k these niqqas” s**t again
Take that
Naw it ain’t no take-backs y’all almost made me hate rap
They be feedin’ y’all bullsh!t and y’all ate that
I blame the engineer ’cause when y’all was listenin to the playback
Y’all could’ve stopped these niqqas like
“What the f**k made y’all make that “
I just wanted to get to two minutes for y’all
Uh salute to Meth
Wu-Tang!