[Produced by Statik Selektah]
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
I got a vendetta, who make hits? My hands better
The flow is money like I wet up the bank teller
The tattle tellers tell us we lock it, that's being modest
Cause I'm a motherfucker, your momma is in to bondage
I promise I bomb it, drunk with power, this Gin and Tonic
Where I'm from niggas'll have you singing like Harry Connick
So fake thug shit and that drug shit, homie, stop it
I'm from where niggas get popped and hold that dope in the sockets
This real shit we deal with and ignorance
There is an illness no pill could heal, nigga feel this
What can you tell us? We see death up out the window
Our friends go just as fast as the wind blows
We wishing we could be as happy as the Winslows
The pain of my kinfolks in every pen stroke
Fly, fly, fly, fly city
And I'mma hold it down til God come and get me
Look, this for the people who think it's easy enough
They say pound the pavement, shit, we beating it up
Get robbed for bread cause niggas ain't eating enough
In the club deep as the fuck every weekend heating it up
I could tell you what the news like
Niggas you knew on the tube the past two nights
Here there ain't no such thing as do right, just move right
Cause half the niggas in the hood got two strikes
Play your position, overpopulated with liquor stores
The liquor pours to a drunk mind that think ''what am I living for?''
You drowning by the conditions that we are surrounded by
The shit that we hate is the shit that we bounded by
See true beef is when somebody stop breathing
Not the shit rappers do, I mean really, somebody leavin'
My neighborhood it be safer to pack a vest
Unless you think your momma look good in that black dress
This Connor
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
I got a vendetta, who make hits? My hands better
The flow is money like I wet up the bank teller
The tattle tellers tell us we lock it, that's being modest
Cause I'm a motherfucker, your momma is in to bondage
I promise I bomb it, drunk with power, this Gin and Tonic
Where I'm from niggas'll have you singing like Harry Connick
So fake thug shit and that drug shit, homie, stop it
I'm from where niggas get popped and hold that dope in the sockets
This real shit we deal with and ignorance
There is an illness no pill could heal, nigga feel this
What can you tell us? We see death up out the window
Our friends go just as fast as the wind blows
We wishing we could be as happy as the Winslows
The pain of my kinfolks in every pen stroke
Fly, fly, fly, fly city
And I'mma hold it down til God come and get me
Look, this for the people who think it's easy enough
They say pound the pavement, shit, we beating it up
Get robbed for bread cause niggas ain't eating enough
In the club deep as the fuck every weekend heating it up
I could tell you what the news like
Niggas you knew on the tube the past two nights
Here there ain't no such thing as do right, just move right
Cause half the niggas in the hood got two strikes
Play your position, overpopulated with liquor stores
The liquor pours to a drunk mind that think ''what am I living for?''
You drowning by the conditions that we are surrounded by
The shit that we hate is the shit that we bounded by
See true beef is when somebody stop breathing
Not the shit rappers do, I mean really, somebody leavin'
My neighborhood it be safer to pack a vest
Unless you think your momma look good in that black dress
This Connor
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