F.L.I. 69 - Jon Connor, The Real Slacker

Yo Connor, let me talk to these fools

Yo man, I heard you working a part time job, thinking you can rap,

you’re flipping burgers and shit

This is our life, this is what we do 24/7

Besides fucking your bitch.

I cut class on that ass, if you’re testing my patience

Niggas say they run shit, they’re tripping on their own laces

(I'm so fly, let’s get high)

You’re fucking up the rotation

Real recognize real, in any given location

Yeah the flow is so dope, this going right to their nose

Yeah this that George and Diego, I told them I was going to blow

I’m dropping classics, while you motherfuckers dropping the soap

Same niggas was hating, trying to slap five at the show

I’m at the show, packed to the back, wall to wall

You’re looking for that real shit, then I’m the nigga to call

Niggas love distance hating, keep their mouth on my ball

I’m from where niggas get the clapping, like a round of applause

I got a nack for this rap shit, don’t you know?

If I done listened to you hater, then we both would be broke

So what type does that make you, you’re just provoking me more

I got a room and some condoms and I hope that she knows

It’s going down

Midnight Society, A-Squad, Blue City Club in this bitch

While you motherfuckers leaving your T-shirts on at pool parties

We’re in the back, making hits

It’s what we do

Jon Connor, let’s go

jets, was the dream of mine

My dad was a motherfucker back in '85

Literally that’s how I got here, I’m one of a kind

And the FLI is the city in which I reside

I’m in the hood fantasying money, Bentleys and Rollies

I’m in the hood surrounded by dealers, killers, parolees

Young niggas get harassed by the police patrollers

Killing’s going down but they fucking with me and my homies

Now I’m just minding my business, trying to fuck with some women

I see red and blue lights flashes while I was chilling

Couple niggas with me got cases and some of them

Couple of them got weapons on them that they concealing Average day in the city,

you could get fucked on the

You niggas in the foul shit, now you want to run, run

Statistics steady rising, we trying not to become one

Flint is real as it gets and that is why they love us

Yo, let me break this down

We’re like Baseside High, y’all motherfuckers is like Valley (Valley!)

Y’all motherfuckers look like Mr. Tunnel and shit

Let me explain this shit to you

You preppy ass bitch

I don’t quit, I’m on my shit

I’m gon' win, niggas hate that though

Y’all going to learn, wait your turn

Everything I say I make it so

I just hit this chick, she told she got a man but he ain’t going to know

Oh, you’re mad?, shit my bad

Don’t hate me, nigga hate your ho

We both rap but it ain’t the same, y’all niggas spit that average flow

I make hits and I ain’t gonna miss

How about you take my average ho?

Yes I am that nigga in the spot with Jae, Rich, Have and more

Has it, acid flow I go where all the fattest asses go

Killing every track, like a pro, watch me execute it

Y’all ain’t got no hope, the flow is dope, they feeling extra sudent

Think you know?, you have no idea what I got in store

Disappoint them rappers, like them J’s that they ain’t got in store

Or Varsity Blue City Club the world’s greatest music

Put them two fingers and salute us when you see the movement

I’m killing shit, whether I write is, rap it, produce it

Yeah our time is now motherfucker, watch me as I prove it

I am The Real Slacker

Midnight Society, Jae Holla

We’re the cool kids at prom

We’re the ones dancing with your chick, finger banging her in the hallway,

she’s giving us a HJ in the locker room

And you’re the kid sitting down

Like damn, I don’t think I’m going to get laid tonight

We’re «Eifel Towering» that bitch

While you’re sitting there like, «man I hope she wants to dance with me»

We’re too busy, we’re 69ing her

Connor, Salvation