Jon Connor - Reppin 4 Flint lyrics

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Jon Connor - Reppin 4 Flint lyrics

[Verse 1: Jon Connor] I done been through ex's, I done been through best friends So it would seem the game was all I was left with So I eat tracks 'til I get indigestion Hungry naw that means ain't addin' up to what I'm digestin' Did this on my only, f** what you suggestin' Where was you a year ago I have no recollection Talkin' like you know me I can't make the connection Now the flow is sick n***as is bitin my infection n***as on my dick please let me enjoy my erection Spit that hot sh** that sh** that change n***as complexion Change n***as direction, I care so I correct you It's been a long time my baby I shouldn't have left you Not to be a dead beat, but n***as is dead meat Heart of a lion, n***as is lookin like red meat My spirit ain't dyin' that's why n***as respect me f**ers turn they back, they thought I'd be right where they left me Well, let me inform you, sh** I'm tryin' to warn you n***as wanna visit just to see if hell is warm Motherf**in' Flinstone, yeah I spit that brimstone Hits like it's fist thrown, just listen to this song The day I give up will be the day that I get pissed on Lock me in a room full of f*gs and I'll get kissed on Never been a quitter just a n***a wit a vision Never knew how to do it no other way than with precision sh** I gave it all up, yeah I gave it all up f** workin' at Starbucks, I'm tryin to make Star bucks Flow outta this world watch me turn this b**h to Star Wars sh** I'm George Lucas combined with Frank Lucas They say he the next one, they say he a problem Put him with the Biggie's and the Pac's and the Nas's The Jigga's and the Kanye's, the Em's and the Andre's I'mma need a doctor preferably Andre Before I f** the first chick I'm thinkin' 'bout the next two Once I go to sleep I can't remember who I'm next to I know that you a legend when they say someone's the next you So this track's another murder I gotta confess to Look. My voice is the people's choice From the mitten I give them that feelin of when n***as was spittin' my adrenaline buildin' See my pen to this paper's revenge to the haters Quickly makin' them take a vacation See I'm the Mav's to they Laker's If you don't like me that's cool, I probably don't f** with you either But it ain't gon' stop me from spittin' ether and giving you heaters Rappers I eat 'em they wrapped in pitas I fought for the comin' fetus n***as that try to see me they windin' up seeing Jesus Dammit they can't ignore me My stories look glorious f** the world like I'm horny 40 and on re-record me I'mma show you I got guts man up cause it's 'bout to get gory I spit like this for the n***as that spit like this before me Vintage 'til n***as come back to they sisters Keep lookin' for that dope sh**, I'mma put black in they system Every track is a victim, got immaculate diction I'll run in a pack of whack rappers get snatched decapitated and left on they back, twitchin' I got my state on my back, Michigan Hold me down, 'til I come back with the crown '04 Pistons Givin' 'em hope I'm a rose grown from the concrete All I know is hard bars like hearin' a con speak Ready for the long haul, all of ya'll get dog walked Bite the hand that feeds you, and now I'm sawin' your paws off Try to walk that off, stab me in the back but your claw's soft Let me lead the way cause ya'll all lost, gone

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