[Intro]

[verse 1: Jon Connor]

One of the realist to ever spit it

Bout to lose it but I'm still winning

Niggas say fuck me, they can't touch me

But they still feel it

Im feeling great as i watch these people be fake

If you ain't know me when i was broke

I don't know you now that I'm strait

Strait?

Strait up, my weight up

I run shit, can't wait up

It's fuck y'all, then break up

My head strong, nigga shape up

So what you get outta all that hating you lil pussy boy?

Im so close to the edge, I'm beggin' y'all to push me boy

They got these rappers gassed

My tank on fucking empty

They probably want me gone

But the people keep fucking with me

I know they want me out

But in that i find comfort

I ride for the cause, every track I'm burning rubber

They say: I'm tired of Connor saying how niggas whack

Shit I'm tired of saying it to

The sad part is it's fact

So why don't you tweet your favorite rapper

And tell him learn how to rap

So i can change my subject matter

Till then, love it or change the track

Beyoch!

[Hook:]

Y'all got to deal with me

The people will feel me

The people still with me

I got'em - I got'em

The realist shit is what the really want

I got'em - No problem

So just know where go they follow

[verse2: Jon Connor]

Im the best in the world

When niggas gone say that?

Nigga should've knew that when they heard play back

Niggas hit Sav like: how you ok that?

Told me ko that, RKO that

I get a whole lotta head like the ho got no neck

Walk tight ropes with no net

In other words i don't plan on falling

I'm bout to fuck'em up cause I'm focused

Time to raid for all you cock roaches

Y'all are on my cock open

Wide, cause my drive in four wheel drive

I can't let you slide

When i say I'm the truth man i just being honest

I'm a kill this shit

Thats a threat and a promise

Murder each verse and here's my accomplice

Y'all make way for my nigga Mick Wallace

Gone!

[verse3: Mickey Wallace]

Make way for the wildebeest

Y'all finna get trampled

Move to the side let him through

Cause don't nobody really want to be in the way

When the stampede stomp holes in the game feel the hooves?

This that truth

Everybody looking for

Hunger in the belly industry is looking edible

Turn green for the green

Call me incredible

Choke 'em till they blue and now they want to holler let'em go?

No i won't

Told 'em i don't play those games

When i say i kill mic's I'm serious

Spit it with a vision, I'm a show you the ambition of a rider

Who's drive is fast and furious

Pedal to the floor

Mick go vroom, I see y'all still spinning y'all wheels

Who the hell say they do it better than the dude?

Real talk, y'all tripping like broke heels

That's my word

Anybody want to throw flex at the squad

Then the god got bombs in palm

And the arm so strong

Napalm when i bomb

They gone bring world war three on

This that part, where i yell GETEM

Evident its relevant you see just how i did 'em

Body bag a rapper and whoever coming with him

Im a hock a loogie when they want to hear me spit 'em

(spit sound)

Mick so nasty, but still in time to clean y'all clock

Stay on offense keep making these hits

Till Muhammad and Mohammad call and tell me stop

And at the end of my career

Y'all will give praise for what i did here

This that proof i deliver

Make 'em feel it in they liver

Who you know do it like this here?

Talk to me now!