Scriptures - Jon Connor

I came in the game, like fuck these niggas, I ain’t got no friends,

I don’t want none either

I’m riding by myself, and I ain’t smoking on keisha

That boy hot than a motherfucker, spit fire, like I was smoking on ether

I’ve been spitting like this since I was a lil' nigga, fronting like I had hoes

with a turnt off beeper

I see a whole lot of fake shit, some niggas sayin' that I’m too real

If you was better than niggas that never got your profit, never stop,

how the fuck would you feel

This for my niggas in the basement, all my niggas in the garage

Thinking that this rap see this fake or a mirage

Oh I’mma act a ass, for my niggas shit, I’mma ask Nicki for a minaj

See I don’t just beat the odds, I eat the odds

Then shit on niggas, how you gon' sleep on me, tryin' to beat the mob

I make a silent sub

Out that pillow nigga hold up

I told you niggas it’s my motherfucking time bro

I told you niggas about fucking around with Jon ho

Y’all sweet, this a piece of cake, I’mma eat you better believe that

Real shit that’s what I spit, to the people cause I see they need that

Wack shit, get ate alive, my ego, y’all gon feed that

Flintstone with an old soul this the closest thing to get MC Breed back

Gone

I’m the realest and that’s all that I’mma ever be

But y’all don’t hear me though

Everyone got me praying for my enemies

But y’all don’t hear me though

Pray for my enemies, nigga pray for my enemies

But y’all don’t hear me though

Pray for my enemies, nigga pray for my enemies

But y’all don’t hear me though

Nigga don’t trip, that mean be cautious, the flow is sick cause I get nauseous

When I hear all this garbage, I’m scaring niggas in the office

People counting down cause my shit coming, hold me down cause my shit bumping

Industry can’t shut me up cause my mouth ain’t for no dick sucking

People love this shit I make, phony bitches that shit I hate

Phony bitches all in my face, better try they best to stay in my grace

Murder, murder trail of dead, bodies at my feet, kill it, weak shit

Got me catching bodies as we speak

Give me straight fuck nigga, I’ve been doing fine without y’all

Feeling like an outlaw, like I’m living by Pacs laws

Y’all will never catch me, giving a fuck about y’all

Haters I say fuck 'em, and anybody around y’all

This one more time, nigga testify

Nigga I’m the truth, all these hits don’t lie

Say I ain’t dope, nigga you so high

And they say I drop bombs, so the truth’s gon' fly