[Intro]
"Listen to me. Learn from me. I wasn't the best because I kill 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 will give them something they've never seen before."
Automatik
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Look
I don't play games, homie, I ain't got time
'Specially when I do this for my homies that done got time (Yeah)
I'ma 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 could call it living
Pay attention, 'cause at any given minute
You be chilling with your niggas and be witness to a killing, hold up
Grew up on the north side, north side
Nigga to the fullest, I was quicker than a bullet
That was going past the window; it's all or nothing
So I'm coming for the crown, what the fuck you think I'm here for? (Real shit)
Make no mistake about it, fake shit I can't allow it
Trapped in this game, now I can't get out it
You want that real shit, and I feel the same about it
I was in the trenches just like you
Wondering how the fuck I'ma get through
I don't have a plan, but I know one thing:
Gotta get up out this motherfucker, and I can't lose
Eyes on the prize and I know I can't quit
Never gon' fail, so I'm on my shit
Gotta keep going, and I can't look back
Took on the world, now it's on my back, back
Back up, homie, don't act up
I'm from Fly City where this rap shit really ain't a factor
And when them killers on your back it make a
Ma'fuckin' backpacker pack up
On some other shit, them was the odds I was up against
So I ain't phased by none of this
'Cause in reality, I love that shit
For all the grinding I was doing, they ain't know who they was talkin' with
"Listen to me. Learn from me. I wasn't the best because I kill 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 will give them something they've never seen before."
Automatik
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Look
I don't play games, homie, I ain't got time
'Specially when I do this for my homies that done got time (Yeah)
I'ma 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 could call it living
Pay attention, 'cause at any given minute
You be chilling with your niggas and be witness to a killing, hold up
Grew up on the north side, north side
Nigga to the fullest, I was quicker than a bullet
That was going past the window; it's all or nothing
So I'm coming for the crown, what the fuck you think I'm here for? (Real shit)
Make no mistake about it, fake shit I can't allow it
Trapped in this game, now I can't get out it
You want that real shit, and I feel the same about it
I was in the trenches just like you
Wondering how the fuck I'ma get through
I don't have a plan, but I know one thing:
Gotta get up out this motherfucker, and I can't lose
Eyes on the prize and I know I can't quit
Never gon' fail, so I'm on my shit
Gotta keep going, and I can't look back
Took on the world, now it's on my back, back
Back up, homie, don't act up
I'm from Fly City where this rap shit really ain't a factor
And when them killers on your back it make a
Ma'fuckin' backpacker pack up
On some other shit, them was the odds I was up against
So I ain't phased by none of this
'Cause in reality, I love that shit
For all the grinding I was doing, they ain't know who they was talkin' with
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