[Intro: Jon Connor]

Some of y'all might not know

So Imma drop some history real quick

I'm from Flint, Michigan

I want to say rest in peace to our pioneer, MC Breed

Whom put us on the map back in 1990

So now in 2011, Imma do my part for Fly city

So allow me to pay homage and salute

Fly city we do it a little something like this

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]

This is for my residence, Fly city on so Imma represent

Flow is still the sickest, like he still ain't get his medicine

I'm from the city about that action

Niggas don't do threats, because if they say it it's gon' happen

Niggas spitting fire, Imma hold the torch high

Up and down landing, raised on the north side

They be looking at me now like "Connor yo we made it"

A nigga at the shop, at Pasa Nino getting faded

We don't give a fuck, because we were raised in the jungle

We gon' represent it, too much struggle to be humble

Out of town proud, got love for the D

But homie please don't get it twisted, yes I'm from the F-L-I-N-T

In the city, where grinding is what we are best at

Shouts to the fifth ward, holla at me west pad

I does it for the mitten it's plain to see

You're listening to the sounds of reef and the boy Jay-Z

[Hook]

It ain’t no future in your fronting

(I thought I told you niggas, man)

[Verse 2: Jon Connor]

I never got caught with a kilo

Or acted like I did because the faking ain’t for me

I was raised around niggas that were really in the streets so

I can tell a fake motherfucker when I see one

You know where I’m from so you know what I saw

Hoes on my dick so we like "fuck the law"

Getting harassed by the cops is routine

Grabbing on my 501, Levi jeans

We are about our business but also know we got pride

Do it high way [?] caught my niggas on the the south side

Hooping in our free time, black little brown pride

Shouts to my hispanics representing on the east side

Flint we’re taking over, the war zones [?] breed soldiers

You make it out, you're lucky like a four-leaf clover

So get it clear and don't forget when I told you

I got the throne with my city on my shoulder

[Hook]

It ain't no future in your fronting

(y'all better cut all that clown shit out)

This is a tour through my city through these verses

Connor keep it jumping like it's sunday up in Bursten

I’ll be at the Loft, when I get off nigga just call me

Mo Cleef telling me to meet him at the Palm Tree

[?]

Niggas keep a bitch on, burning in their lap

Blue City Club is the clique and I be different

And it ain’t gon' change for the world or the government

I'm speaking for my city so I can never be quiet

Because niggas steady dying for the M-O-N-E-Y

We breed real niggas, so ain't shit that you could tell me

Holla at me Merle Hood, holla at me Cell B

I rep for the city, every verse, every feature

[?]

You got my back and I got yours

What time is it? huh, tear down the doors

[Hook]

It ain’t no future in your fronting

(Rest in peace, Breed)

[Outro: Jon Connor]

It ain’t no future in your fronting

It never was, cuhh

1990 to 2011, RIP Breed

Flint town equals Fly city

I represent for the whole Fly city (I'm feeling real Fli-nished right now)

North, southwest to central

Rest in peace, Central

Connor, Flint power is happening

In Dubb, what up?

Beefing, what up Uptown?

Cold Water road, I see you

Fuck it nigga, flexing [?], nigga

It ain't no future in your fronting (I got you)