20syl - Connery lyrics

Connery Ain't it funny how the money make a man throw a tantrum All up in his head like he Samson Damn son I meant Swanson um pardon the jest I'm dumb, but I knew that it started with S I'm a comic working that topic to d**h Wanna go Pop you work harder at less Be a product, fans ain't hard to impress And in the end you may get a purple heart on your chest Ain't that right Seth Rogen, Tesla rolling “Couldn't care less about the five you're blowin” Young MC's still playing with cars While someone like me is still playing these bars “I Don't mind you coming here, and wasting all my time” Delegating punch-lines, that's so bland For a dedicated bunch call ‘em pack-o-stans- funny Who are the ones who pretend their the sun And the answer to all of their whims- money? Rappers they live in a gimmick Then give me five minutes unlimited lyrics And I'll give that script uninhibited merit Incriminate parents intimidate clerics See rap's like that invite ‘em in Forcing multi's vitamins I call it G.O.A.T. cheese for idol men Go broke at both knees to idol them Please B what's the price point of these Yeezey's you conning me Ain't putting my feet in those Connery's you teasing me you ornery Damn and you wanna be the honoree man ain't you seen the economy And you want me to honor you but I bought your tunes man- honor me And they bought your shoes now honor them cus they wore those two like armor Then somebody came fully armed to them and said run those j**els and moccasins Moccasins I ain't mocking sins they say that we all got a lot within in Like a bank with full drawers my option is I can take and do wrong or not with them ends Men can rot within when they pay for more then they depositing Now I ain't LeCrae but I ain't that Cray Gotta thank the good Lord for dropping in Dropping in, dropping in Gotta thank the good Lord for dropping in Dropping in, dropping in Gotta thank the good Lord for dropping in Dropping in, dropping in Gotta thank the good Lord for dropping in Dropping in, dropping in Gotta thank the good Lord for dropping in Ain't it funny how the fandom gotta man dumb And running for the van thinking he's the bands one And only fan then he get's abandoned Cus he doesn't understand them he wanna a superman And crazy reasons like loco- motives Are training these kids to go for broke quick Fame is easy the lane is open Like the brain it soaked in Now come in and give me a moment to mumble Some cumbersome flows you will know from the jump As a cover up those who are coming from none Go to number one simply because we are dumb enough Do it in front of us true they make fun of us Trouble is business is booming because of us Is it music because I just Mastered phonics faster then an atom blast is captured On a rapatronic after math is shattered gla** and rappers Be a solid then a liquid in the end it's barely matter See their shadow on a wall commemorating the disaster See I dated rap and asked her if she'd ever be my wife This is the statement that she made while she was having a midlife crisis She said maybe in the eighties when my babies needed fathers But they pay me in Mercedes I get way too many offers Just be happy with the play that I may give you on the side Cus I'm older then you think and been on way too many rides Been on way too many rides and they runnin on the side Three 14” rims and their running on the side Now what have it learned in the span of three minutes That money is earned by the men who believe in The cunning of fame how they beg to receive it When somebody's name is much better then he is And bigger then he is kids looking up he's as big as a tree is Quick hook it up the electricity is glowing the letters It all goes together It's all the marquee is