Jon Connor - L.A. Leakers Freestyle lyrics

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Jon Connor - L.A. Leakers Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] Look where we headed n***as want baby mamas instead of weddings Then holla ‘'she crazy'', you knew that before you got her pregnant Visualise the dream of Malcolm and Martin opposite We all God's children making the Devil's adoption list Free will, keep up with rioting Our common sense born without a conscience But over time we building up our tolerance Immunity to scrutiny, that's just how the world turn Alfred told me ‘'some people just want to watch the world burn'' Ashes to ashes after flashes of decisions made The world disintegrates as shallowness takes center stage As I pen this page some will say I'm a renegade Cleaning out my closet, I'm just man enough to renovate Seduction of corruption got us all f**ed Before we all stuck, see the light before you all struck Back to that baby mama, n***a here your little boy come Lifetime to build a future, only seconds to destroy one [Interlude] Uh, we just getting warmed up, uh, uh huh Getting warmed up [Verse 2] The young Jedi, so fly, I skywalk I talk for the hood, police sirens, I line chalk My whole crew get down, I can't stand you, sit down We drop bombs, I advise you get down See y'all make believe, I make believers These n***as is cakes, we cake receivers In other words you n***as sweet, I run sugar hill Hello fellow I'm remellow love how could it feel f** a hater ‘cause it's all or nothing My reflex D-X, tell the public to s** it I got n***as sweatin', plottin' on how to stop me It's useless to cop, be a jock me, you not me There's more game to soak up n***as been sleeping and so I'm so glad you woke up Watch ‘em get choked up n***a, f** that I spit crack like your watch and break the dope up Well sh**, all your hopes up Deluxe s**er, don't fuss, n***a f** you I f** your b**h to show you that your girl's a dumb s*ut Young s*ut, better get it right, you better get it right I f**ed her so hard it be hard for her to sit at night Well sh**, my n***a, I don't know how y'all even breathin' I don't know how y'all even leavin' I don't know how you could call us Even Steven My n***a, I call you Steve and y'all won't leave, y'all buggin' me Y'all n***as can't f** with me, this about to get ugly Luckily y'all better put me in a whole 'nother category n***a's category I might play with y'all, might play a game with y'all It ain't no thing, but all y'all might fall I ball like I was sponsored by Spalding You all in? I don't think so Well, f** that, I drink slow I take it all in, y'all spittin' that poison And where I'm going you boys ain't went But f** that, n***a, my flow so dark it's hundred percent tints Maybe zero percent tints, no matter how y'all call it n***a, f** that, y'll know how we do, you all fallin' And all y'all retarded if you ever try to test me Street smarts, my n***a, this Wayne Gretzky Iced up, well f** it we can put that away But n***a f** it I ball so hard that I could put Shaq away Or n***a Hardaway, I might just get this the harder way And n***a f** that, reach in your soul, take your heart away Dawg, y'all don't really want it with the God Well sh**, y'all, uh, done level past after trash I'm the level at Aftermath that reach greatness Y'all n***as hatin', y'all be on some snake sh** Ya'll be on some fake sh**, this sh** be the greatness This sh** be the greatest sh** you ever heard That's my word

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