Jon Connor - Kick In The Door lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled and Jon Connor] [DJ Khaled] Cla**ic sh**! (Biggie) Jon Connor! Kick in the door (Biggie) You know what it is! [Jon Connor] Why like... Why Connor season n***a? Why put out this sh**? Thats cause i give a f** man The People's Rapper I give a f** about what i do You feel me? [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Till' the day that they bury Jon I'm probably run marathons Round rappers that's barely average Its scary I'm really wrong Yeah, I'm feeling myself You can tell he got hairy palms Hits that I never miss They compare me to Barry Bonds Scream "f** you!" Then carry on I barely take carry-on's Got b**hes in every city A gift from the fairy God I ain't kissing this b**hes They better off kiss frogs Remember they used to starve now i'm f**ing them in a stall I'll make you moves like I made the rules n***a stay confused Question what i do And I thought you just [?] [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Oh it ain't a act What the f** I supposed to say to that? If Flint haters smacked Then make them take it back Or take a nap Real n***as, real n***as, real n***as I'm from a city with real k**ers That will k** ya' Look: And I don't brag about the murder rate Cause that'd hurt my state Michigan need me, So this verse'll be my murder case I burn the place, you don't believe Oh you gon' learn today, haters turn to fake Now they making the Pee-Wee Herman face f** you if you with them, what I'm gon' do with them? I feel like Terrio, I feel like "oooh k** them" I feel like you b**hes wear it if the shoe fit it Only thing on my mind is money and a new fitted [Verse 3: Jon Connor] I never ask a b**h whose is it? Cause they be quick to say 'you' But on the low be f**in' two n***as See I remind you of the golden age How I can go for days My lyrics slow to age Im dope i spit that dro and haze And I control the stage, you misread me n***a you don't even know my pay I hate a hater like they owned a slave They say I'm on my way I feel like I'm already home Been ready since the sensational sherry and i was barely grown Talking about the future of music and how I would do it Wanted to prove it and make the Judas look stupid You know my tape was the hottest sh** out Even if you skimed through it Yeah I love his game And the game love' me like i'm kin to it No, I don't run out, I outrun n***as Until they outdone Till the point you don't question the outcome Hell of a bout son But this lines make you knocking out fun After this Connor season I see it, just watch the drought come What? Just give me [?] [Outro: Jon Connor] Another one, salute from Michigan