Jon Connor - Hip Hop sh** lyrics

[Hook: Sean Brown] I see them mad, but I'm riding like "f** it" This the real sh**, what's ever purchased with your budget So what you know about it, I thought you knew about it? You got a problem, what the f** you gonna do about it? Think they need a warning, working while you snoring That's why I shut it down in every city I perform in So what you know about it, I thought you knew about it? I'm going up, and there ain't nothing you could do about it, huh? [Verse 1: Sean Brown] I got a question for you n***as, what you thinking now? You know I'm taking over, by the way, I'm Sean Brown My buzz is going up like California gas prices Flow is sicker than Illuminati sacrifices I just do it, influenced by everything around me Got a couple of Grammys on my mind, so n***a (?) Used to ball like Kobe till I chose the pen k**ing n***as on the beat, now my life is full of sin Walk in my Jays, you'd be quitting the first day Try to shoot the J, you n***as be bricking like c**aine Couldn't stand the pressure, you bust, then you getting messy They could say whatever they want, I just take it as a blessing in disguise My faith is high like the clouds in the sky You wanna bring me down, now why would you try with this guy? You hating on the fact that I'm down with Alumn I Hardwork motherf**er, that's my alibi [Hook] [Verse 2: Jon Connor] This is true talent, you say you hungry, then dude's famished My punchlines make sure dudes vanish with a tooth damaged Needing the D.D.S., they ain't never gonna see me stressed I be eating these beats, let's see what the chef is gonna cook up next Smell me, I make them overdose, they go wherever my odor floats You n***as want to be ballers, while I sit where the owners toast I spit to get the holy ghost, like I was spitting Jehova's quotes You trying to go toe-to-toe, and don't know the ropes, now your nose is broke You on the Titanic, you're trying to keep the boat afloat My quotables exposed that you're an inmate that can't hold the soap My mind is sharp like turning a hanger into a switchblade My bars keep getting harder, you getting soft more like tenth grade They had to hate the Freshman candidate that made it By putting soul in his music like Donny Hathaway, had to say that Two of you don't equal half of me, one of a kind And there will never be another after me, cause this is my game [Outro: Vocal Sample] Since this is your game, we'll play it your way, my baby