Jon Connor - Scriptures lyrics

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Jon Connor - Scriptures lyrics

[Verse 1] I came in the game, like f** these n***as, I ain't got no friends, I don't want none either I'm riding by myself, and I ain't smoking on keisha That boy hot than a motherf**er, spit fire, like I was smoking on ether I've been spitting like this since I was a lil' n***a, fronting like I had hoes with a turnt off beeper I see a whole lot of fake sh**, some n***as sayin' that I'm too real If you was better than n***as that never got your profit, never stop, how the f** would you feel This for my n***as in the basement, all my n***as in the garage Thinking that this rap see this fake or a mirage Oh I'mma act a a**, for my n***as sh**, I'mma ask Nicki for a minaj See I don't just beat the odds, I eat the odds Then sh** on n***as, how you gon' sleep on me, tryin' to beat the mob I make a silent sub Out that pillow n***a hold up I told you n***as it's my motherf**ing time bro I told you n***as about f**ing around with Jon ho Y'all sweet, this a piece of cake, I'mma eat you better believe that Real sh** that's what I spit, to the people cause I see they need that Wack sh**, get ate alive, my ego, y'all gon feed that Flintstone with an old soul this the closest thing to get MC Breed back Gone [Hook] I'm the realest and that's all that I'mma ever be But y'all don't hear me though Everyone got me praying for my enemies But y'all don't hear me though Pray for my enemies, n***a pray for my enemies But y'all don't hear me though Pray for my enemies, n***a pray for my enemies But y'all don't hear me though [Verse 2] n***a don't trip, that mean be cautious, the flow is sick cause I get nauseous When I hear all this garbage, I'm scaring n***as in the office People counting down cause my sh** coming, hold me down cause my sh** bumping Industry can't shut me up cause my mouth ain't for no dick s**ing People love this sh** I make, phony b**hes that sh** I hate Phony b**hes all in my face, better try they best to stay in my grace Murder, murder trail of dead, bodies at my feet, k** it, weak sh** Got me catching bodies as we speak Give me straight f** n***a, I've been doing fine without y'all Feeling like an outlaw, like I'm living by Pacs laws Y'all will never catch me, giving a f** about y'all Haters I say f** 'em, and anybody around y'all This one more time, n***a testify n***a I'm the truth, all these hits don't lie Say I ain't dope, n***a you so high And they say I drop bombs, so the truth's gon' fly [Hook]

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