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[Verse 1: Jon Connor] First we talked about the shit I miss the most 'bout the game When every joint on radio ain't sound exactly the same They tell you be original and go create your own lane Then they say sound like somebody else for my shit to get played Tell me this; who hire these people that make these decisions? Cause to me it's common sense that this is just bad business Cause if that guy failed, and this guy failed Why don't you sign somebody that sounds just like him and expect him to sell? Maybe that's because these motherfuckers just don't care And I do - and that's why they say that I'm so rare That's why me and my crew keep gettin' swept under the carpet Cause when we blow, we gon' expose so many artists Fuck the world, here I come and you gon' swallow my style This good rap - I know, you ain't heard this shit in a while You needed that real shit, I hope you listenin' now I make certified hits, you ain't pitchin' a foul [Hook: Jon Connor] This for my people keep them hands high (high) That real shit is what they need and I do it for a reason They got they motherfuckin' hands high (high) That fake shit is barely breathin' I do it for the Midwest (c'mon) Southside (c'mon), Eastside (c'mon), Westside (c'mon) SongtexteI tell them motherfuckers Midwest (c'mon) Southside (c'mon), Eastside (c'mon), Westside (c'mon) [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Is this what we come to? I feel like all you niggas sat in one room And said "Look, this is what we gon' do "Whoever write a verse quick, come up with the worst shit That'll be the template for what we all work with We'll use this verse and do different variations Give it to every station make 'em play it til you hate it Matter fact - these shits will be in illest rotation That way you won't really have to know how to rap to make it Play this shit so much the people'll hate it til they love it It's the only shit we'll play so the people'll say "fuck it" Let's have a competition called Who's Shit Can Be The Dumbest? Let's see who can make the most money sayin' absolutely nothin'" Make disposable rappers with disposable songs That way, when they fall off you won't even notice they gone "Oh well, so long, nice to meet you, life goes on" They just replace 'em with the next one who dyin' to get on [Hook: Jon Connor] [Verse 3: Jon Connor] I want labels baffled like "how we let this guy get away? " Like imagine all them motherfuckers that passed on Jay Or the labels that heard Jesus Walks and passed on 'Ye I bet they still kickin' they self in they ass to this day Or think about the folks who ain't see the future in Wayne They turned around and he became the top dawg in the game Don't worry cause I'm a make 'em feel exactly the same Jon Connor motherfucker - remember the name Right now, these labels like me, I need 'em to love me I ain't money hungry but I can't just let y'all fuck me So I'm a keep provin' why all these niggas can't touch me I ain't slowin' down no, it's 'bout to get ugly So I think it's prolly time for all of y'all to regroup I'm independent on my shit I ain't got shit to recoup Do what the fuck I wanna do, nobody to answer to I fuckin' love my situation nigga, what about you? [Hook: Jon Connor] Aus Songtexte Mania