Jon Connor - Show You How... lyrics

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Jon Connor - Show You How... lyrics

You really wanna know, how 'bout we start here First, come from a city that ain't had sh** in twenty years Add the fact that that city is Flint, where n***as get k**ed And fight the fact your chances of winning seeming unreal Fight the fact you got no support from none of your peers Can only rely on your drive and you never switched gears Start performing in clubs, you only seen on the news Not for nothing good, they known for n***as dying in two's Pouding the pavement while the pavement is pounding you And still keep a smile like you made it without a bruise If it's me against the world be expecting the world to lose I'll show you how to do this, son How 'bout three grown n***as living in one room Tryna pay the rent so they barely can pay for food Never complained once we just took it as paying dues I'll show you how to do this, son How 'bout music is your girl, you can't keep a chick In two years, six different relationships After a while they all seemin' the same, they sayin' the same sh** Hate that you spit, I say leave out the same door you came in She say she love you, she gon' try to convince you But after a while it start to f** with her mentals Can't handle the fact your dream is number one and she number two She feel like you ain't lovin' her back the way that she lovin' you That's why hoes that can say that I love them is in the few I'll show you how to do this, son Go build a crew from the ground up try to weed out the snakes They leech off the fruits of your labor, sh**'s sweet they enjoy the taste They try to poison the apple, see deceit in they face Hope every n***a is real but for real that's never the case Watch n***as that run with you they secretly in the race They hopin' you get erased and he hopin' he take your place See watch that n***a that's too overly on it You say that you pissed, this n***a is tryna hold it Always want credit for old sh** It's annoying, walk around like he own sh** but this n***a don't own sh** Point him out quick put that n***a on unemployment I'll show you how to do this, son Don't just be better than n***as, be ahead of these n***as k** every track like you beheading a n***a And stand in the cold put your posters up in your town And let it drive you when you drive by and the tore 'em down Watch local n***as about as hard as they watch you Smile when they think you don't know they will sabotage you Play they little game keep lettin' 'em think they got you And watch the look on they face when you in the 'hood just to stop through I'll show you how to do this, son Now as I continue to sh** on every track that I get on Meaning that I will piss on any toilet you sit on Eatin' these rap n***as, I bit bone till they hit home Punchlines have you chin gone and then replacing your hip bone I spit that heat that'll burn and'll turn your skin tone Second string-a** n***as I'll show you how to do this, son

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